May 24, 2018
Things are good now….things are….better.
I just wish I could stop the breathlessness that follows every small misfortune or the way my head quakes with fear every time I can’t predict the future.
I wish talking about mental illness didn’t come with the shame of not being able to handle day-today crisis’s that seem incredibly small when it’s everything else that’s piling on top of it that is the problem.
I guess I just don’t want to come across as the ungrateful, the weak or the vulnerable. I am grateful for the life i lead and the people I am graced with but things just get so damn dark so damn quickly.