the urge to delete all my social media, only make music for me, take my travel trailer to the mountains and never let the overwhelming sadness of the world consistently allowing it to go unnoticed reach my heart again is so real.
mental note: the depth at which others experience you is a reflection of the depth at which they experience themselves. you can’t expect someone to see something in you that they could never see in themselves.
By 32 years old I could barely get out of bed.
I started blanking out during conversations. I had no memory. I dreamt about leaving the country and running away from my own life.
It took me years to understand what was actually going on: