Anxiety And Depression.
I am man, hear me….. Say very little. I have spent the majority of my life living in very real fear, a fear of communicating the constant, unrelenting pain that ravaged my soul until I was left with nothing but the darkness of depression.
But how? I must find the courage to fight back, defy those who I have allowed to through me in the hole of perpetual misery. It’s do or die, go time. My weapon of choice? To find somebody, anyone who will listen and contribute to my overall well-being. I will shatter these restraints by seeking out the help I need. I shall do so by always being my primary advocate. For I am my own voice and I shall speak freely with zero fear of the repercussions. For now, the only way society can enslave me is if I care about what their expectations are. I am my own man, a man with anxiety, depression and PTSD.
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