Yet humanity is times slave.
It is likely to have taken 32 weeks before I finally get the help I have been seeking, nearly a full year.
This has made me think about how I got here.
In January last year, I realised that I was somewhat Queer.
I have drifted through stuff, a lot of it more negative than positive.
I have made some wonderful friends.
I have had some wonderful opportunities.
And I have had some great experiences.
But they are small periods, I have lost my money for now, meaning I can't go and see the friends I love and care about.
I can't even sit and paint things right now, because I am constantly shaking because of stupid useless anti-anxiety medication.
Have you experienced it, when all things turn to grey and ash? That is what life feels like.
Experiences are dull, unfulfilling and largely pointless. I have been through the highly depressed patch, and at some point slipped straight to high. And already it has become over stretched and boring.
At least it beats depression yeah?
I don't what happens really.
We shall see.
