This is my online venting space; This is a place for me to share my struggles with anxiety, depression, and the ongoing battle I’m waging with my brain.
Please read along, share your own journey via comments or message me directly. You can also find my on Twitter and Facebook, too. Let’s band together and put on a brave face as we engage this world.
My skin is fighting a battle with my self esteem and it’s winning. It hurts.
I’ve been struggling. A lot. A whole lot. I don’t even know how to say it properly. I am in pain — stupid, ridiculous, emotional pain that makes no sense and has no discernable roots in reality. Instead, it is the kind of pain that starts in the brain. Maybe it’s chemistry. Hormones. Norepinephrine and Serotonin. I don’t know. I just feel the weight, the hurt, and the confusion.
I keep telling myself that tomorrow will be better, that I will, “Be okay”, some other time. I don’t believe a word of it. But still, I continue because I have no other choice, for now.
“He’s almost perfect, but not quite which makes it worse. It just adds to his…charisma,” she said, nearly choking, and coughing out that last word–vitriol and bile starting to rise from the back of her throat.
For the love of wine…
Red, white, rose, fruit, sparkling…I love wine.