I don’t know what is holding me back at this point. Maybe it’s some vestige of a delusion that because I’m young, I have time to make things better, change my mind, improve my life, go to a therapist. But the truth is, even at my happiest I had always been miserable, in one way or another. I have no idea what’s caused my depression and anxiety – I didn’t have any childhood trauma to speak of, I was never abused, or anything of the sort. It’s just that somewhere along the way, for whatever reason, I became bitter and detached, and this sense of […]