I've suffered from anxiety and atypical depression as long as I can remember. At the age of 5 or 6 I was aware I thought differently from my peers. I couldn't understand why they were happy when all I wanted to do was go to sleep and never want to wake up again.

There have been times that were worse than others - often when I was in toxic relationships.

I was hospitalized for most of this summer. The trigger? Seeing a black jeep with two kayaks on the roof. Yep. You see, that used to be me at a time I WAS very happy. I am unable to do the things I used to and seeing that jeep drive by turned me into a sniveling mess