My Battle With Mental Health (Chapter 1)[page 1]
I told myself that everything was going to be okay. I never realized how much of a lie that was. I could spend so much time thinking about how to fix things, how to make things better, but in the end it did not work out. I was sitting alone in a bar, the bar of one of my schoolmates. It was some place I still enjoyed. Some place I felt like I could be me. Holding an empty bottle in my hand, I found that it was already half empty. But other things drew my attention away like the cuts on my left arm that were red so even if I was trying to avoid it, I will still be looking at it. The bar owner walked to wards me. Seeing that it was already late and I was the only one that was in the bar. "Drinking again Sander?" she spoke, sitting next to me. Her long hair and thick black jacket was somewhat comforting to me. She was someone from school... I saw her a lot and I heard that s...