One of my bestfriends sent me this earlier and I swear to god I haven't been talking to her about feeling down today. I am truly blessed to have friends that care about my mental health and who care about my wellbeing. Maybe because most of them have seen me go through an attack and probably don't want me to go through that again, and for that I'm really and eternally thankful.

I know I need to be more vocal about my anxieties and I'm learning how to. Being alone for most my life has taught me how to be independent and how most people only listen to reply. Not to understand. That's why I write my feelings out. Because words flow freely whenever I write them down.

Maybe I'm wrong? Maybe my walls are just too high up that only people who care enough see how difficult it's been to be alone.

Maybe it's just the night.