First of all, I want to send my love and condolences to anyone suffering from either of these disease'. I want tp start this blog off by stating that my intention here are not to whine or complain about how ''miserable'' my life is. In fact, disregarding the main issue at hand (my mental health), I live a good life in a beautiful family that provides absolutely everything I need, and I cannot express my deepest love and gratitude torward them and all of their efforts and time spent helping me out. Im not homeless, nor do I struggle to pay the bills. As a matter of fact, I don't pay bills yet at all, which scares the hell out of considering how tough my state of mind already is in.
My names Austin Carter, 21 years young, and everyday of my life I suffer from a massive battle with Depression and Anxiety. Im your typical run-of-the-mill guy. I: attend college,have tattoo's plastered all over my body, own my own dog, go out with friends (ocasionally), I drive a blacked out car yet have no thug mentality, as almost all I listen to is instrumental music. .was first diagnosed during my freshman year of High School. Back then it was such an easy order, only a ''side effect'' so to speak. I had everything at the time being, all the friends, the beautiful girlfriend of some odd years. I was the class clown and I can vividly remember people being STOKED that I was in their classes. I was one of the happiest kids alive it seemed, there was nothing I didn't have, and I clearly remember boasting out-loud by myself about ''how can my life get any better'' multiple times back in the day, and its time like these that I reflect on as I sit here alone in this ''prison-cell'' of a house, locked in my room in solitary confinement, constantly beating myself up and always convincing myself everything is my fault. Its such a dark place. It's something hard to talk about, because the disease itself cripples any ability to talk about how dark of a mental state that either of these might put you in.
My names Austin Carter, 21 years young, and everyday of my life I suffer from a massive battle with Depression and Anxiety. Im your typical run-of-the-mill guy. I: attend college,have tattoo's plastered all over my body, own my own dog, go out with friends (ocasionally), I drive a blacked out car yet have no thug mentality, as almost all I listen to is instrumental music. .was first diagnosed during my freshman year of High School. Back then it was such an easy order, only a ''side effect'' so to speak. I had everything at the time being, all the friends, the beautiful girlfriend of some odd years. I was the class clown and I can vividly remember people being STOKED that I was in their classes. I was one of the happiest kids alive it seemed, there was nothing I didn't have, and I clearly remember boasting out-loud by myself about ''how can my life get any better'' multiple times back in the day, and its time like these that I reflect on as I sit here alone in this ''prison-cell'' of a house, locked in my room in solitary confinement, constantly beating myself up and always convincing myself everything is my fault. Its such a dark place. It's something hard to talk about, because the disease itself cripples any ability to talk about how dark of a mental state that either of these might put you in.