Note to Readers:
This will be the last post for this year. Starting January 1st, 2016 I plan on posting a new, shorter post every day (much like this post). Either once a week or once a month I plan on doing a larger topic post like I had been doing mostly.
On December 17th 2015 at around 2:00 am I woke up and something changed. That something was the seriousness of my suicidal thoughts. They went from empty words used to get attention to serious and quite terrifying in an instant. After noticing this change, I immediately reached out for help because I was afraid if I didn’t I would convince myself to harm myself.
After a bit of time, I realized that something was not the way it should be in me. Some part of me is in need of repair. This state of mind that I live in should not be what I accept as normal. I deserve a chance to feel joy and not worry about things nearly as much as I do. Ever since I was a child, I’ve lived in nearly constant worry and fear. I don’t know what life will be like without such worries, but I expect it will feel a lot more worth living than it does right now.
Today, I begin taking medication to help with my anxiety and depression. This marks the first page in a new chapter in life.