“Well, you see…a few years back, I wanted to die so badly that I took a handful of hydrocodone. I changed my mind, thankfully, but still had to be readmitted to the nuthouse. But on the plus side, before the ER made me drink liquid charcoal, I wasn’t feeling any pain.”
“If a picture is hanging on a wall crooked, I’ll become obsessed with it and try to straighten it out. This might take a few minutes, because it just never seems good enough the first ten times.”
“Although they don’t happen as often now, I still have panic attacks that basically shut my ass down. I’ll need a few minutes to gain back my sanity. I do think that maybe a hug would help. Yeah, it most assuredly would.”
“I’ve been battling the darkness my entire life. Although I’m in the light at this moment, there might come a day when the shadows swallow me up again. If so, I hope that you’ll realize it’s mostly just a chemical imbalance, combined with past traumas and that I never want to dive into Depressionland of my own free will.”
‘Of course…ask away, I’m an open book.”
There’s a miraculous freedom when you own everything about yourself without an apology.
It’s also pretty nifty when the person doesn’t make you feel apologetic in the first place.