This one's for you.
I'm scared. To death. No, To Death. That looks better.
My fingers drum the keyboard. Anticipation is killing me right now. I just want tomorrow to come so that it can leave.
I don't know if I can tell you what's happening tomorrow. I'm going to do something I'm scared to do, to bring to light something I've been hiding away from for the past few years.
I've always thought that it was a little weird to struggle with depression. So why is it that right here, right now, I'm detecting depression within myself? For the last three years, I've tried to ignore it.
Tomorrow, I'm speaking with my therapist about it, and I'm scared as...the "h" word...
This probably doesn't seem like a big deal to you, but it seems like a big deal to me. Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to fight this?
I have been called to fight, so fight, I will.