#ThisIsMyStory not posted before so don't know where to start.
Spent my life fitting in being the "clown".
Born with 1 hand. Lost friends through suicide, miss them loads.
Used to have motivation and be driven. Job redundancy then went off the rails and didn't share emotions with family or friends being stubborn. It's caught up with me now I feel empty and stuck in a bubble.
Panic attacks, hating my current situation.
Need a fresh start and new chapter again.
December is tough on every one. I feel happy I still wake up. Even though i don't want to do anything... just getting out ofbed is a struggle but once ive made me bed and making my bed, it still is an achievement... it pushes me to achieve another small task. Etc
Sorry about the essay x