Sometimes, you get comfortable and relaxed in your surroundings. Then, you're abruptly reminded that life isn't fair and that comfort withers away into anxiety and sadness. This is the constant in life. It'll never entirely go away, no matter how good things get. I've dealt with sadness and depression most of my life; it is the norm for me. From the moments I have absolutely no reason to be sad to actual events that bring on the sadness. This is my life cycle, and I ride out the highs and lows because I believe this to be the normalcy of living. I have been this way since I was little, and back then, I did not really know how to handle it properly. Shit even as an adult, I didn't know how to handle it properly. Mental health seems to be a shunned topic. That was something I was taught to believe in. Not knowing where that stemmed from. So, for most of my life, I have just dealt with it independently. I remember talking with...
Just my thoughts, fiction and non-fiction :)