The Prosebox Files

From Prosebox: I’m often reminded of that world that enveloped me so long ago. A world of darkness. Black and white. Sometimes little things that people say affect me in ways that it shouldn’t. I take things wrong. While it may be someone pointing out my faults and telling me I’m better than this...

Am I okay? No. I can’t even begin to express what’s going on with me. And I really don’t want to. I don’t know how to express this. All I know is I’m falling into despair and its become a desolate place where I can’t control things anymore. I don’t want to be here. I…

It’s been, awhile hasn’t it? And what can I say? A lot. A late-night entry because at the time I’m wanting to just write. Have I been well since my last entry? Yes and no. May 21st, I slipped into another bout of depression and while I could sit here and talk about it I’d…

Sometimes it haunts me. Those dark feelings. And the demons I’ve battled for years. Sometimes the thoughts and feelings are just too much, but I’ve been fighting for so long that I know how to keep afloat when I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of despair. It’s not easy to fight but I’ll…

There’s one thing I’ve learned about myself lately and that’s how damned introverted I am. I’ve always been sort of an introvert, but now I really see just how introverted I am. I don’t like hanging out with people. I don’t social gatherings, family events. I have to be extroverted and pretend th...