“There’s what only I can describe as this spinal, skeleton thing staring at us with glowing red eyes. It was on all fours, but it’s body was stretched out so that it’s back legs were bigger than its front.”
You’ll begin to understand that anxiety cannot be healed. You’ll begin to understand that anxiety is not like a broken leg, or a sprained wrist. And you’ll begin to understand that anxiety is a chemical imbalance, not a cry for attention.
“The police discovered surveillance footage of a suspect dressed in tactical gear [SWAT]. This person was dressed to the nine, from the vest, pants, boots and even a helmet, along with a hammer that was used for Missy’s murder.”
It was hugely influential to me, to see this brilliant and dynamic woman who, like me, had bipolar disorder and struggled with very human things.
You do your best to post smiling and cute pictures on your social media channels and you do whatever it takes to not have to be asked, ‘are you depressed?’
I don’t want to continue to believe that my anxiety and depression are too much of a weight to put on someone else so what’s the point in even falling love.
“We connected in a way I didn’t think was possible & he made me feel something I had never felt.”
I knew that even though it is my nature to be an empath, I can learn to take more care of myself and establish clearer boundaries.
“We stood there in a lake of blood watching a man pull his guts from himself.”
“I was raped multiple times as a child and I’ve never had a real friend in my life.”
I’m going to be frank, these are some of the most insane stories I have ever heard in my entire life. They are crazier and, in a very few cases, sadder than anything you could make up. They are also utterly fascinating.
“Sebastian is annoying and yells whenever his wife doesn’t put cheese on his daily tuna melt.”
“Suddenly there is a pretty heavy, non-churchy beat pounding through the loudspeakers…Y’all, the groom RAPPED his vows, and not well, he even took a moment to make sure the crowd were on their feet!”
“It quickly escalates to Mr. Krabs tormenting Plankton to the point where he never leaves the Chum Bucket, has nightmares, and eventually attempts suicide. I am not exaggerating at all.”
“You’re both the best and the worst thing to ever happen to me. Also, I miss you.”
“When I was in 3rd grade I saw a kid get into a police car while I was in chess club. Turns out his father murdered his younger twin sisters by stabbing them to death. Apparently he told them to play hide and seek and murdered them when he found them.”
