Though most, if not all of my other memories drift like sand in the wind, I clutch this memory to my heart. So close in fact, I forget to breathe more often than forget that single memory.
Reading. Writing. Theater. They drag me through barren desserts of loneliness, dreadful swamps, and leave me stranded on a volcano, where I must face the plot. So why do I love these hobbies so much i...
This is a my story on having depression and I hope this helps people understand how important mental health is and that it offers people to know that you are absolutely not alone, and that someone lov...