My Monster
My very first blog post.. This reminds me of writing in my diary when I was younger (which I was terrible at). I honestly don’t even know where to begin, so I guess I’ll start with the beginning. I should warn you, I’m not afraid to get deep, and I won’t hold back or sugar coat anything I write here. I created this blog to help me cope with my anxiety and depression. Who knows, it could even help others cope with theirs as well. It sounds so cliché as I’m typing this, but I never thought I would be diagnosed with the D word. Although it runs in my family, I thought I was immune to the monstrous creature. I had a happy childhood, for the most part. I grew up surrounded by a loving family who bent over backwards time and time again to make sure I never had to go without. They say that hindsight is always 20/20. Today, I can attest to that fact. I had a shitty childhood. My father was an alcoholic. My mother had Multiple Sclerosis and she went crazy. My family was poor. I wore...