There was a time when I finally realized that how biased and difficult it was. Morning came up with the sun risen high above the sky. The light was totally dazzling through the windows to the face. I opened my swollen eyes: It was heavy yet I had to. The birds sang and twittering as a sign of the new days and story now to come. The cold air piercing to the nose to the lungs. I woke up from the bed and walked to the door. My steps stopped on the balcony floors, body straightened up, memory won't stop coming and brain started worked hard to rewind all those story that happened. Wondering who you were, the things that you have done, and where exactly you were. After minutes, I waken up that everything should be doing to find out the answer. I went back to the room, looking to the phone: Hesitation was there but ego talked louder.
" Morning, where are you? " I texted a guy who was randomly I have met. Never have ever I thought I would be really so brave to do it. It took plethora times and tragedy for me to finally deciding to do it. Yes, a long times and a lot of tragedies that I would be talking right now as long as I still keep remember how it's happened and changed everything.
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