The river

It's kinda hard to explain what I'm feeling but let me try.
Imagine you have a bunch of huge wights. Each wight represents one thing in your life. The heaviness of the wight depends on how much anxiety or stress that one thing causes you. You have to carry around all these weights all your life.
Got it? Ok great
Now you have carried these weights around your whole life on solid ground and they have never weighed much and so you never thought about them before. They were just always there. Then you move to a river bank. With slippery moss and wet smooth rocks all around. With this move your weights get a lot heavier and harder to carry. You start slipping and sliding everywhere. You are just barely staying out of the water.
Ok so let's say this river stands for anxiety and depression and all that so you try your hardest to stay out of the water just like anyone else on this river bank is.
unfortunately your weights keep getting heavier. By know your weight that represents school and other social places is bigger then you are!
Then all of a sudden you find a large rock that is easy to hold onto and is large enough to sit on. So you pull yourself up onto this rock looking down at the raging water as the weights still pull you down. Your back and shoulders ache and you know you have to lose some of this weight. So you try and get rid of some of your weights such as grades in school and family. They come unattached easily and you watch them float away in the current but as they disappear you are left with an empty hollow feeling we're they should have been.Unfortunately you also still feel the weight and pain that they caused you.
You unattached as many weights as you could but some just won't go away and those are the ones that are really dragging you down. You look around and see everyone else around you appearing to have no trouble at all just simply getting up and walking away. As you sit there struggling you feel a tap on you shoulder. You look back and you see you family and your friends. They have some of the weights you let drift away and you cringe away from them. Then you take another look and you see that they are smaller then you remember.
You take them and feel the weights once more and start to slip again. But something surprising happens. Your friends and close family come up and while some help you drag the weights out of the raging water others just come sit with you and listen. Really listen and as you speak the weights get smaller. After a while you stand up and start walking away. You still feel the strain on your back and shoulders but it's more of a dull receding ache then anything else.
You turn back to the river one more time and this time you see something. Someone else with weights as big as they are slowly pulling them towards the river. You go up and tap them on the shoulder. They turn around with tears is there eyes and pain etched across there features. You smile at them and offer you hand. They take it. And you somehow know everything will be fine because even if you feel that your weights are to hard for you to carry there will always be someone willing to pull you up and help you carry the pain and take the extreme burden away if only for a little while so that you can heal and regain you strength and footing so that someday you will be able to carry it on your own and maybe it won't be quite so stressful after all.