I couldn’t comment on this wonderful post. But I can relate to this wholeheartley and thank you for your bravery in sharing this; you are not alone, my friend
So according to an old saying, apparently “there’s no use crying over spilled milk”. I don’t know if you’ve ever met a human being like me before, but with the tears I’ve cried I could probably buy shares in Yazoo with the metaphoric milk I’ve spilled.
As a brief introduction, let’s just say I’ve been through the wars over the many years I’ve existed and it’s now left me arse over tit with a very tainted view of the world. I’ve had the joys depression on and off since I was 13, a constant battle with anxiety since I was about 16 and for the last 6 years I’ve had an absolute hoot trying to conquer the symptoms of Body Dysmorphic Disorder.
You’d be surprised at the above I guess, considering I spend the majority of my life playing the joker and throwing myself into chatting up every poor soul…
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