Sometimes words cannot express what needs to be said. Sometimes words fail in their one and only purpose: to deliver a message.
Right now, I am lost for words. I want to write about depression, about anxiety, about loneliness, about trying to get better and failing. I want to write about health issues, about debt, about the almost impossible task of turning things around.
My medical condition is turning out to be more costly than anticipated. Add bills to pay to that equation and it’s not looking good. I know I have to ask for help and hope for the better. The die have been cast. It is urgent and necessary. It’s not something to kid about.
I can talk about my passion, my dream of becoming a writer, the twelve years I have invested in it, for hours and hours. I do my best to motivate those around me, and yet I am the one who can’t be motivated. I am the one who is sad, depressed, and feels lonely, even though he isn’t.
I try my best… it doesn’t seem to work out.
Like I previously said. The situation is urgent. I’d write desperate, but I want to be optimistic about everything.
If you can and want to, you can help me out with any amount you see fit here.
I don’t know what else to write…