One day, I may be forced to find the words. They won't be perfect, they will be flawed, but I can promise that they will be meaningful and they will be honest, about what I've been going through.

When the time is right, I will know. God forbid that time ever comes.

For those who care, I have been doing much, much better, and I am thankful for that. I'm blessed.

But nothing in life is guaranteed. And if those things begin to wear me down again, and creep into other aspects of my life, I will have to do some real soul searching.

I promised honesty, and though I'm better, I felt the need to tweet this thread earlier in response to something that made my heart race and breathing difficult, even if just for a second and not several minutes like it used to.

Probably something I could use some therapy for.