“Every night I lie in bed and wonder, I try to take in the scope of the universe. But somehow, I always fail. The size, the complexity of it all overwhelms me. I am a billion atoms. No more, no less. We all are. We’re pieces of dust, waiting for the day that the sun finally sets on each of us. Through all it’s pretentiousness, through all the cliche metaphors and dull poetry, it’s true.” -My diary, aged 13 and 2/12. Clinically depressed and stuck in a pattern of prolific self harm.
Now 16, I like to think I’ve changed a great deal since then. I still suffer with my inner demons and mental health-but as time has changed, I like to think my outlook on life has become more balanced and level-headed. Although far from perfect, I have healthier coping strategies and have learnt to seek help.
I suppose that this is somewhat of a recovery blog-which is a frightening word and even more frightening prospect: but I’d like to be able to reach out to anyone else who’s also struggling with the problems that life brings! I’m very non-judgemental, and whilst I may not be able to “solve” everything, I’ll certainly try to be comforting and understanding.