Now feeling suppressed, lost and flat. Must I stop?
Holding back on public writing.
I have been naive and stupid. The stigma lives on.
A small step in the right direction.
Letting everyone down. I feel a fraud.
I know that the only person that can help me is me...
This is daft; I need to snap out of it. But I can't. Then a better day.
Why I have put this 'out there.'
I'm not fine really. More than just busy and tired. Everything's not OK.