In a Mood
I am in a mood. Been in a mood. I think that the scariest thing about my mental health situation is that if I ever stopped talking about it, I could hide it forever. I am phenomenal at pushing it aside. In the past year or two, I’ve stopped faking it because it does more harm than good. I feel so comfortable talking about it; I’ve normalized telling my friends that my anxiety is acting up. It’s good! But, sometime shame and embarrassment kicks in. I want to be happy, go-lucky all the time. I really do. Sometimes I feel like I’m tanking the mood by telling people I’m not doing so well. Sometimes, my problems seem so ridiculous and pathetic that I just don’t want to tell anyone or talk to anyone. Because if I talk about it, it makes it all real. So, I remember I can fake it. I really can. No one would ever know that I’m struggling. And so, all the pressure is on me to talk about it because the second I don’t; things get problematic. It has indeed been a while, blog of mine. It feel...