Where wild minds come to rest
Today, Septemnber 7th, is a date i always refer back to when reflecting on my life. Ive spent all of my life with MDD. But once i started middle school in 2004, thats when my DDing took a drastic turn. Thats when it became uncontrollable. It was definetly a coming of time in my life. But i feel as if my MDD stunted my growth. I cannot seem to let go of my past. Having MDD feels like having a time machine. I can go back and fix certain things and picture how my life wouldve been different. But i know thats all an illusion. The reality is, living in regret is the same as living in your own prison.