Fight? Flight?

Trauma. Identity Crisis. Depression. Anxiety. Addiction.

For some, that has been your journey.

There is no picture of hope in sight

Reliving the experiences through memories

Physical scars, emotional instability, mental battlefields

Do we fight or flight

I've always taken the approach of flight

I couldn't garner the courage to face my fears, my trauma

I filled my time with working and busyness to avoid being in my thoughts

I finally reached a moment through a loss that made me crush really bad

I dealt with constant panic attacks

I will wake up in tears and go to sleep in tears

I was overwhelmed and felt the weight of the world on my shoulders

I didn't have the desire to do anything or go anywhere or to live a matter of facts

I locked myself in my room, turned all the lights off, and remained in the darkness

I didn't have the appetite to eat

I lost a lot of weight during that time

I never pictured myself being in this place

I had never experienced depression of this magnitude before

I battled with identity crises

If hopelessness had an image, I would be it's representative

but....

We are still healing

Every day has its challenges

Except this time, we are choosing to fight.

What's your story?

Let's heal together...