Recently, I've felt so weird. In a good way, but hard to explain. For the first time in years, I feel happy with myself. There was no big event - no catalyst - I dunno, just started actually loving myself like all them self-help-positive-mental-attitudes-wankers keep banging on about.
I didn't do anything different, my life's exactly the same. I just can't remember ever feeling this secure in myself. It's weird, I feel like I've been depressed (little and large) for a very fucking long time. Been through the ringer in situations few people understand. It's like something's snapped in my shit brain, but in a good way. My dad always said one day you'll just stop giving a shit about what other people think and enjoy yourself. He also said life is shit and then you die. Dad's are confusing and probably a massive contributor to mental health issues.
My life's not perfect, but I finally have the direction I've been longing for my whole life.
My best friend T is going through such a hard time. We don't live close but seeing how bad things have got I'm a whole range of emotions about this person who means more to me than family.
How can you help someone who keeps hitting refresh on the self destruction button.
