Back in 2010 I had depression. Severe, suicidal, manic depression. The things that are in this journal, the poems at least, were my way of escaping. At the time I thought they sucked more than a whore's mouth, but now that I look back on them...in my own way I guess I turned my pain into beauty. My perspective on life isn't as negative, I've thrown that toxic person away, and I am no longer in the dark grasp of depression. I am free. :)
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LoxxyDarkmatter
11:39 May 27 2014
*smiles* it is a wonderful feeling indeed..