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Right now, I am scared. I don’t want to be scared. Right now I am going to focus on healing myself, by myself.

As a wise woman once said, “You can call me a snowflake if you want to, but I am one of millions and together we make a goddamn blizzard.”

Gossiping. Please stop believing that your trolling comments will go unheard of. That’s just being naive, since 99% of gossip circles back to the person it was about in the first place.

This is why I think it’s important for me to write this, so I can explain mania and depression in my own experience and maybe shed some light on the similar experiences of others.

On weekends when I was home from work, he’d go to his mom’s house for eight hours at a time to watch porn.

Depression is hidden in the jokes, the pauses, the drinks, the late nights, the forced smiles – perfectly rehearsed

I remember my mom driving home the point that their illness, unlike the chickenpox was not something I’d be able to see.

I’ve spent the last year working to be better for and to myself. Learning to walk in my truth. Learning to embrace the flaws.