Braving Depression

The more and more you try to hold on. Sometimes it gets too hard and you are forced to let go. That is my love life. But at the moment I am trying to not worry about it. I got put on two forms of medication to help with my worrying about everything in life. I am on an antidepressant and also one for anxiety. 

I haven't been stable in a while and it keeps feeling like I am falling off a cliff and trying to hold on. But the cliff keeps chipping away. 

Working got really hard because I would just not want to do anything. I felt useless and just over all not well. I would smile but everyone could tell I wasn't happy. 

I got a tattoo though. It's my first one. I got it done at the place my sister worked at when I was younger. I grew up there essentially. And knew the owners (still do) so I asked his brother, the tattoo artist if he could do one for me. And he said yes. This tattoo means a lot to me. It stands for my uncle who committed Suicide two weeks ago. My cousin who I refer to a lot at my twin got the semicolon tattoo on his wrist as a rememberance but also a reminder. So I told him I would do it too. But it would also be a promise to him. That I would never do that to him. The affects of what happens after a person kill themselves is just insane. But so this would also remind me that God is my light and as long as I have faith I will have it all. And above all else I was made with love and I have love in my life. 

I hope everyone is doing well on here. It's been a crazy year. But thank God, I am not calling it quits just yet. 

Talk to you later!