Getting goosebumps while being told by someone random your personal information is spooky. If only you could trust a stranger. This day sure set my beliefs straight. If only Danny and I had listened.
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One thing you should probably know before reading this part, is that, being on drugs is like the title of the first post. Its like being “All Over The Place”. You will notice it; don’t you worry. If you have never read any of my personal story yet, it may be easier if you start from the start. Just press the link in this paragraph. For those who have, then I hope you understand the two stories in one.
It’s funny how even though you think and feel you’re in a better place. It can only take one thought or feeling you have about someone to bring that all to a halt. You will never realise at first. However, eventually you will.
My life had been like a yo yo. Up and down, round and round. When you are in those good times, make sure you have a blast. However having too much of a blast may make you blind to what is around the corner. Through it all you somehow make friends for life. I am excited to introduce you finally.
If you have been reading my personal story from the start, you would have read that I have been diagnosed with Depression and Anxiety. While on the journey of telling everyone my life, a lot of it no one knows. I can not believe my mind convinced me to think I was happy. The mind that thinks alcohol and drugs is what makes you happy is a damaged mind. No matter how much you hide behind numbing yourself, your problems will always be there. I wish for people to reach out for help, and always know, you are not alone. Many things can alter your identity. You are the only one the can alter it the right way by talking about what you have and/or are going through.
I feel its fair to say that since resigning from my job at Hungry Jacks, I had been some kind of gypsy. All while I never realised how dependant I had been my whole life. Dependent on people and most of all weed and alcohol. It is still not until many years later I woke up and start becoming more so independent.
It’s really funny how we can perceive love. Some of us would do almost anything to feel the true connection. Some of us settle for what we believe is making us happy, when deep down we know it is completely superficial.
It really does not make sense to pile up a bunch of people who does not fit in with the ‘norm’ and make them a community. Or Does It?