bar the shouting.’
One of the old sayings, handed down, and now applied to me.
Because, strictly speaking, this is over.
I did what I came here to do.
I defeated Depression.
It should be a Movie, or I should be on Oprah.
But I am not. Some days I find it hard to leave my room, because a journey like this leaves you with mud on your shoes.
A man is left with battle scars after a fight like this. Scars, regret, embarrassment, because you fought your battle in front of people, and now you are ashamed.
Stigma haunts you.
You wanted a happy ending, you wanted to be free.