The idea of giving up seemed so easy to me
To throw in the towel
And simply just be..I don’t know just didn’t want this anymore
Whatever was left that person would have been a shell of me

Not only would I have lost myself
But the idea of who I was
The creative side of me
My dreams
Then I would have allowed my mental state to eat me alive

During that, I was ready for that darkness
There were times when I wanted to feel empty
Be nothing

Made decisions that I knew were necessary

Therapy how I needed you but was too nervous to dive in
Faced my fear it helped make things clear in my life
Talking to someone who knows what they are doing is a wonderful relief

Medicated the one thing I never thought I would have done
I’m so happy I did
For the first time in a long time, my depression is not toying with me
The anxiety that riddles me is at bay.
After a whole year on this, I came to terms with who I was
And who I will never be again

Being a work in progress is who I am

Always trying is who I am
Never dampening on my dreams
Always let the creativity shine

Be that beacon of hope, love, mindfulness, and happiness.
Is what I need to do

The idea of giving up became a distant dream to me.