Another blog post in which The Redhead recounts her struggle with depression and anxiety. Again. My blog. My topics.
This year my goal is to be proactive instead of reactive. It's a pretty lofty goal, but why have shitty goals?
Of course, I just wanted to jump in a fix everything. I'm the one who wants everyone to get along, even though I'm the same one who'll cut a bitch if someone crosses me. I'm a gemini/cancer cusp baby, what can I say?
But I do it.
I censor myself.
Because I love those kids.
And one day they’ll turn 18 and then we can talk about whatever the fuck we want.
Yes, I take medication. Yes, it helps. No, it doesn't "cure" me. Depression still just shows up sometimes, puts its boot on my neck and I have to just keep going, like I'm not flat on my back, choking.