Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write

#31

And while we were trying to reach out for help in the ocean of mental illness, battling waves of depression our parents stood on the beach telling us 'try harder' and 'back in my day' as if we needed to be reminded of what their generation stood for. And while we were drowning, suffocated by the idea that we were, in fact, alone, we could still here our parents disapproval as they pointed to us and said 'why don't they just swim?'