I would like to clear the air on something.
“Anxiety” or “Depression” disorders aren’t people “remaining strong for too long”.
It’s a chemical mishap in our brain.
It’s a chemical thing. It’s a part of us.
It always will and always will be.
I will admit that I am drunk right now.
But I cannot emphasize enough that people believe that depression and anxiety are things that “people just work through”.
It’s not “just that”.
It’s a life changing experience.
I don’t know if ‘experience’ does it enough justice.
I just know that a lot of people suffer but only a few suffer enough that it interferes with their day-to-day lives.
I can’t believe I’m able to write this.
Tomorrow I will remember this because I can remember it now.
That’s the only way for me.
The only way.
That’s the only way I will remember this.
But this night is important.
I told someone important to me and few friends of mine part of my story.
Granted, it wasn’t good/full due to my lack of sobriety.
I’m sure he didn’t mind too much though.
I know I’ll tell him someday.
I trust him.
I trust him because my best friend does.
I know life never goes the way you want it to.
That’s why you have to take each person, each moment, and love it no matter what.
I truly would be okay if I never saw some people again.
But most, I have words.
I’m a person of many words.
I know I would say something to someone.
I know I would.
I know it.
I’m not good enough to for some.
I know it.
But it’ll have to suffice. It will.
Information. Saving people.
That’s all I’m meant to do.
Make or give their lives a meaning.