I have struggled to explain how it feels to be me. To have the anxiety, the depression, and being introverted. Being naked in a mason jar is the best way I can describe all of those things.
I am working hard to keep the darkness away so the light can begin to shine through. Learning how to have healthy boundaries, taking care of myself, and what that all means is one of the hardest things I am doing.
My thought process around suicide more than thirty years ago has stayed with me. Not in the sense that I think it is a good idea or that I am planning on suicide (I am not). It is the pain that I was feeling that is still with me today.