the not so formal version of myself
BUT LET'S BE CLEAR, THIS IS NOT A SAD STORY GUYS.
Depression and anxiety is what we all feel more or less. On the contrary, this is something that will make me grow and become even stronger through sharing everything I am.
But let’s be clear, this is not a sad story guys. Depression and anxiety is what we all feel more or less. On the contrary, this is something that will make me grow and become even stronger through sharing everything I am.
But let’s be clear, this is not a sad story guys. Depression and anxiety is what we all feel more or less. On the contrary, this is something that will make me grow and become even stronger through sharing everything I am.
But let’s be clear, this is not a sad story guys. Depression and anxiety is what we all feel more or less. On the contrary, this is something that will make me grow and become even stronger through sharing everything I am.
I’m going to challenge the people around me to have the conversation. Ask the difficult questions and listen to what I’ve and others have to say.
I’m going to challenge the people around me to have the conversation. Ask the difficult questions and listen to what I’ve and others have to say.
I’m going to challenge the people around me to have the conversation. Ask the difficult questions and listen to what I’ve and others have to say.
After every new day has passed I want to be a blank page again, ready to take in more, ready to learn and consequently be more.
After every new day has passed I want to be a blank page again, ready to take in more, ready to learn and consequently be more.
After every new day has passed I want to be a blank page again, ready to take in more, ready to learn and consequently be more.
I remember the first time I realised that I was black. I didn't realise it by myself, someone made me realise it. I can still remember how much it paralysed me, someone said something that made everyone start laughing at me. But I couldn't understand the joke. I just felt really ashamed at that moment. I was ashamed without even knowing why I was ashamed.
I didn't understand it then but slowly realised throughout my youth that this was problem on a much greater scale. That this was something people before and after me were going to be suppressed by.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with this in terms of actually experiencing it, I can tell you right now that there are few things that are as exhausting as crying and hyperventilating for hours straight. Not only this, but the mental part of just breaking yourself apart makes you want to do nothing but lie down flat and recover.
If you don't treat people around you with respect and kindness, I have absolutely no interest in working with you no matter how talented you are.