Bazz: *calmly explaining the logistics of the game, the goals, how he will execute them as effectively as possible* Me: *sitting in a room full of crucifixes and holy water with all the lights on*
Let me tell you a story. I was always a fairly happy, albeit lonely child. I didn't have many friends growing up, but that never bothered me. I was more than fine playing imaginary games by myself. I always felt full of joy. When I was a young teenager, I found myself in a physically, emotionally, and mentally abusive area that I was roped into. This was the start of my depression. This abusive place really changed me a lot as a person. I grew very cynical, and my view of the world entirely changed. Even after I made it out of this hard spot in my life, I remained depressed. Right before I entered my adult life, I was in a fairly serious accident that risked me losing my leg, and could potentially have been life threatening. This is when suicidal thoughts really set in. The knowledge of what I just went through was tough to deal with, and despite making a hasty recover, I would live with the mutilation on my body for the rest of my life. All of these things were really hard to live with, and I would lay awake at night for hours and hours contemplating. It wasn't until my insomnia became unbearable, laying awake until 7am most nights, that I decided I needed therapy. It was really hard at first, I had never really shared how I felt about things before, but it felt good getting things off of my chest. I have made great progress this past year. With the help of my therapist, I've been tackling my self-hatred and dealing with my depression. None of that matters anymore though, because after seeing this shit I've decided I'm gonna do it anyway. (obligatory /s for sarcasm because this involves the implication of suicide haha don't worry I'm fine it's just a meme)
