Wear Love.

The first step.

Acceptance. It’s taken about four years, but I’ve finally accepted my brain is not normal. It fucks with me all the time. I, until very recently, buried all my pain and sadness in my mind, but it always resurfaced. I’ve finally decided to take my problems head on, and it’s honestly the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Accepting that I’m not okay, that I’m hurt, that I’m broken inside.. It’s terrible. I cry a lot. I hurt a lot, and I actually feel very alone. I always have people surrounding me, but I am very much alone. I have three people I couldn’t live without. Those people are God, Zachary David Pruitt and Victoria Ashleigh Bigelow. They are the my best friends, and the only ones who understand me.

Tumblr is my diary. No one really knows I have one, therefore I can write all my feelings and not be judged or asked about my entries. It’s wonderful. So be prepared for random ramblings, and very depressing entries.. It’s how I’m going to cope on this road to recovery.