Here’s my beginning. I waited for my happy ending, to start writing. but there’s is no such thing. There are happy moments, happy thoughts, happy times, but the sad dark times makes it hard to enjoy them.  Here’s to new beginnings and the endings that make them possible.

I was about 7 years old.  It was a sunny day.  It was a beautiful warm day. I was alone looking out the backyard door.  I suddenly felt heavy, sad , something felt wrong . But you don’t know why.  And that’s a feeling that will follow me all my life.

Social Anxiety and Depression goes hand in hand. I don’t have all the answers. What help me won’t necessarily help you. But what im sure of , is, although i felt alone all my life,  struggling by myself.  I was not alone. There’s are others that know how it feels.  That itself, helps a lot. I wish i was a mutant. And i would join X-men. And not feel alone.  That would be way cooler.

Welcome to my blog. I don’t know exactly what im gonna write. So i will start with : Once i was 7 years old…

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