- I realized what it really means to suffer from depression, and I had a very tough time in the beginning of the year. I was scared of my own thoughts and how far they could take me, scared of the things I wanted to do to myself. I admitted myself for a single night to a psych ward, and I felt so misplaced, but I needed help more than I’ve ever needed it in my entire life (I just didn’t find it there).
- Now my life is on a better course, I’m improving every day, but I’m still not in a place where I have a confidence level that resembles how I used to feel way back before the darkness swallowed me. I see a psychologist and it’s really helpful to talk with someone, who isn’t in the midst of it all.
- But I still I tend to escape whenever I can, huddle up in my bed, spend all my time on tracking series, Tumblr or other sites that give me an immediate satisfaction, while I decrease my actual ‘living’ moments. It’s pretty sad, and I really want to improve my life so I can create my own moments/memories/anecdotes etc.
- I’ll be trying..
