Depression - The Silent Disease
I think it's time to use this for what it is. A daily record of me. I set this up about three years ago with the intention of it being a place for me to just write. Write what was in my head, my heart, what I might have put on my body with tattoo ink one day. It's time to get back to it. I have come to terms that I have a challenge in life. It's one of staying happy. I have a mental illness and it's called Depression. Some days are better than others. Right now I am not doing so good with it. Small things get me down. Lately my mouth has been getting me in trouble again and it's usually when I least expect it. I try to be polite, courteous, etc. and for some reason people still think I'm hateful. I just can't figure it out. I don't necessarily care what people think because it's just their opinion and I can't change that. What frustrates me is that I am trying, really trying and I still fail. I'm 47 ye...