Colour Me Red

My whole life I've been in constant fear of things I couldn't control. I would dread the things I couldn't change and I would hate myself for not even making an effort to change it. I would wake up every morning scared of what the day had to offer. All of these worries soon turned into depression and depression lead to panic attacks and self-harm and insecurities and-well, I think you get the point. Of course I'm still depressed and scared, probably more than ever. Now that my father is out of the picture I have bigger things to worry about... like giant wolves and my old friend Death. There's also the fact that something's happening to me and I have no clue what it is. Oh. I also have to worry keeping my feelings in check on top of everything else, I mean, you know what they say "to love others, you have to learn to love yourself first." My Name's Colour Pine and depression is a deep black hole of self-hatred and sorrow. Once you fall down it's hard to get back out. But I'm on the road to recovery and I'm more that willing to make a few changes and step up to be the person I know I was destined to be.