I fail a lot. I mean a lot. I preach and talk about mental health but I’m not always good at it. Sometimes I slip up and give in and drink a bottle of wine. Somedays I let irrational fears take over and win. But I’m trying and that has to be something right ? I mean, that can’t be nothing. I know people say “trying doesn’t count” but at least I’m still here. I’m still trying everyday to be the person I want to be. I probably will never be that dream person and I’ll hurt a lot of people close to me. I’m scared. I’m really scared. I’m scared I’m too late and that there’s no point. But I keep moving forward and I keep trying though sometimes I may cry myself to sleep or have anxiety attacks. I’m still here though and trying. So tell me that means something.