Over the period of time being here, I have seen things and met people whom are more or less friendly. Unfortunately, my poor self esteem and confidence has plummeted downwards due to my fear, ignorance and superstition. My old, jolly self somewhere died.

Indeed I am quite a dark age, but it’s not all black and white. Sometimes time is on all of our side but alas, we only have so much time on the planet to make our stand and limited chances to show our true colors.

If anyone reads this, take this if you will with a grain of salt. I am just venting out my feelings and get in better touch with what is going inside my head. *sighs*

I don’t know why I got myself into this in the first place. Maybe I just leaned too far into the rabbit hole and bit more than I could chew. I know this sounds rather pessimistic of me but for those who care nonetheless, thank you for your noble gesture and understanding. These feelings and memories are not too easy to evade and must be dealt with by a clinical professional.


*update:* Though I felt I needed this to be addressed, I had some fears that a few will judge me which would have stopped me right in my tracks from speaking to people in a support group.