Depression. Anxiety. Post traumatic stress disorder.

‘let’s discuss this millennial problem

no shame 

I’ve been there. In 2012. Diagnosed with catatonia. 

Being in a catatonic state for nearly 12 months. Still to this day, when writing the date I put 2012 

we are in fact living in 2021 now with my mind stuck in 2012. I’m no longer depressed anxious or traumatised. But somehow, my mind is stuck 

I laugh louder than ever. I cry harder too

The simple things give me pleasure

Avoiding difficult people, situations and environments, I’ve learnt from children and animals 

Not a psychologist or councillor. 

I’ve learnt from children and animals that thrive on instinct alone. Survival.

Who ever did say “the older are wiser”. I need to have a talk to you. 

I’m let down. Well I was let down. Looking forward to the days of sitting with that older man or lady. Listen to their stories on life and hopefully learn from their wisdom. Their humble ass that sits before me.

I am yet to meet them. I’ve met about three in my past 6 years. Well, probably a lot more. I was just never open or I didn’t grab that opportunity to sit down and talk or listen

The one’s I have met that gave me hope. The hope I promised myself

The grandparents wisdom I longed for