Some of you will know, some of you won’t. I’ve dealt with depression the last few years.
A closed book
There’s fewer and fewer people that actually get to know me these days. My confidence in everything has been crushed and eradicated beyond belief. And I mean everything.
That sardonic smile I’ve become too well known for, the fact that wearing my heart on my sleeve hurts too damn much these days.
It’s odd really. Those who’ve seen past the withdrawn facade of my life, actually don’t see that about me, and are astonished that I have this problem.
I know how people judge, too easily.
Maybe next time you see my slumped, withdrawn posture, my worried or ‘angry’ face, maybe you should just think what internal battle I’m facing today.
It’s rare I foist my problems onto others. I usually find people just turn away, so I talk less and less. I’ve been shot down in flames so many times I’ve lost count, to the point rejection seems the norm.
I’m too scared to ride a bike on the road these days. I can’t face it alone, and the box hill wellwishers are long gone.
I value my true friends above all else. They know who they are, and I’ve let them already know how hard everything is for me right now.
I’d rather be a shapeless face behind a camera/ social media these days.
Aber Cycle Fest brings me out of that place I mentally retreat to. I actually feel valued, the people I deal with are genuine, direct and yet more relaxed. It helps save me from the yawning abyss that calls everyday, putting my life on edge 24/7.
I’m too conscious of bothering other people, if you don’t share stuff with me, that’s fine. I don’t pry, if an answer isn’t forthcoming, then it’s none if my business.
So thank you Aber, Shelley and Nia especially. It helps heal some of what is too broken inside.