I'm a young a young adult from a small town in the south. I've suffered from anxiety and major depression for as long as I can remember. My life isn't all bad. It's pretty god damned good for the most part. Honestly there's a lot I want to write and I keep writing it out and deleting it because I over think everything.
Over thinking, over analyzing, separates the body from the mind. Missing opportunities and I must feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines. Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.