I would like to brag about myself but feel I should tell you why I came about with such basic bragging. Firstly, if you hate me or dislike me then walk away and ignore me, thanks.
When I was fifteen I was involved in a near fatal accident that almost cost me my life and the circumstances behind my survival are a bizarre series of events. I won't discuss what happened here although I have discussed this with only one forum user who has been the kindest person you could want maybe need at the right time. I feel I have had four years of my life taken away by trauma and depression and has left me with anxiety and episodes of depression. I think many of you can work out I am hyper and low on different occasions and talk so much bollocks but then leave some good decent posts, it comes from an urge to be accepted by all but sometimes in an offensive way. I still suffer from anxiety and confidence issues and will probably suffer till the day I die. Yes, strange. This little 24 year old who writes with such bravado if you have it you'll understand. I suffer from night terrors and panic attacks but I work my way through. I married two years ago for security and it has paid off, I love my husband immensely. Everyday since I feel more and more content but I will never be free of what happened.
Why do I feel I have the right to brag? I feel like so many people in the same shoes as me that getting though day to day is a victory. Yes I have a good job but battling my anxiety and depression is a battle I have to face on a day to day. Sport got me out and about and able to put my fears behind me. I did play cricket in Australia but never got back into it until I as nineteen. That's my brag, being able to get on with life with the terrors of the world on my shoulders.
