I have probably stared at this journal entry section for 10mins…
Debating on whether or not should I write something. A part of me does, badly. The other part is scared. I have never done something like this before.
I know there is something wrong with me. I think I have also known there is something about me not normal. I may have not understood it while I was younger, but now that I am older, I am more aware. I am more in tuned I guess you could say.
When I am alone I get sad. For no reason. I would like to think there is something that triggers it, but I have yet to understand it fully.
I am embarrassed and ashamed. Especially because I am already adult. Because I know something is wrong, you want help…. I want help.
To be honest I want to fully let go and spill my heart out here…
I don’t think I’m fully ready yet.. I hope this is ok for now..