Hey all. I started writing a piece on Saturday that needs to be shared right about now. I finished it this afternoon and just posted it on Wattpad. It's not edited or anything, so it's probably missing words and stuff, but I think you'll get the point. It's about my struggle with panic, anxiety, and depression, so read at your own risk.
With the news of Robin Williams's suicide, everyone came out to post their opinions on what happened. A lot of people said that this was a selfish thing to do, and I'm here to balance out the opinions and tell you that it's not a selfish act. If you haven't been in his shoes, you cannot judge his actions. It goes for everything people do, but this is very touchy for me. Unless you've experienced the wrath of depression, you just don't know.
As I'm typing this and getting ready to post it, I'm starting to feel a headache, which is kicking up the very thoughts you're going to read about in this story if you choose to check it out. It affects me every day in some way, shape, or form, so I wrote this to get some of my thoughts out of my head and onto paper. It was therapy in a way for me, but I'd be thrilled to hear from you if you do read it. Thank you!