These past few months, I haven't been in a good place. Driving myself mad, Within my own head. Isolation, Aggravation, Stuck in thoughts of the future, Or of the past, Never really living in the present. I'd sunken into a pit of stress, Slipping to the bottom, Submerged, Until stress was no longer on a conscious level.
I felt lost. Alone. Empty. Destroyed. And under no control. Had gone so far as to diagnose myself with convinced issues. When in reality, I may just be the same, as every other typical teenager.
While I still know not what is wrong, I will no longer sit back and let it hold me down. I'm going to either fight with what I can Or continue on smoothly. No matter the direction, I will find out eventually, if I really have just Lost my mind.