OpheliaNoir

So here goes a bit of an apology/confesion threat. No idea how long it will be, kinda just winging it. I'm sorry if I walked out on you. I really am. I earned your trust and then disapeared. That's very uncool of me. I've suffered from chronic depresion for 10 years now.

As someone who has idealised the self-made man, I despised the idea of needing help to overcome it. I was set on doing it solo, clearly, it didn't work out. New years eve 2011 was when I hit rock bottom. I was one tiny step from death, and I mean literaly

That was the night I told my parents about how miserable I had been for the past few years. That is also the day I swore to prioritize myself over others if given the choice. Afterall, I wasn't fit to help others in my condition. That made sense at the time.