The Day I Realised I Was Finally Happy, At Age 23

I have always had a form of depression or anxiety in my life. I can’t remember not feeling like all of this is pointless, just existing is exhausting. It’s been so dire at some points, that I’ve had to go on antidepressants and have Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT) in my second year at university, because... Continue Reading →

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Two Weeks Ago I Accepted Death

I always thought that I’d be okay when I die, that I’d be okay with not existing once I close my eyes, that the thought of everything I’ve ever done would be gone in an instant wouldn’t scare me. But I was wrong. A couple weeks ago I came back to England after visiting family... Continue Reading →

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