I.

I'm not really writing to say anything. I'm just trying to keep my thoughts in order, which proves more difficult to do day by day.

I struggle to find a balance between work, family, and personal. Take more time for one, and lose that time for another. There's never a balance. It's a never ending cycle.

Anxiety and depression is a wicked combo. I mostly keep to myself about it on a day to day basis. I'm never really sure what I want to say. When I do figure out how to voice it, I hold back out of fear that I'll sound like an idiot.

Unfortunately, when my demons show through, it comes off as hostility. Someone calls me out on it every time.

I stay quiet more often than not.

The people around me tend to stay happier that way.