jenovajunkie

Hello.
I love this part of my depressive episodes. The moment you realize your problem, then you fix it and now this.

It's like I just got the strength to stand on my own again.

That final step out of that wheelchair for good.

Man, let's take on the world. I am winning.

JJ

People admire me for what I do, say and have accomplished. What they don't know is that just because I have the ability and want to help others is that I'm not perfect. I'm not happy, and with all my friends, still I believe no one likes me.

No matter how much I try and fill this gap with friends, it's always "not satiated".

I can function and seem to be perfectly fine. No one would know the immense pain that infects my blood. Silently it decimates any single ...