I’m about as far away from “perfect” as it gets, however, I never lose my sh*t.
I’ve struggled with major depressive disorder for just shy of a decade. I’ve waged war against myself, time and time again.
I have to work endlessly hard at keeping the anxious, all-consuming thoughts of pending doom at bay.
There have been times in my life when I’ve lived in between panic attacks. I’m hyper-sensitive to any darkness in my surroundings with no protective barrier, for...