Venting, Depression
I missed a concert that I knew would have cheered me up on Saturday. I really really wanted to go, and I regret not going but the stress of going was too much at the time.
The reason I was stressed and in a depressive episode was because I realized I've never lived somewhere where I felt safe or comfortable. And that night, that seemed like the furthest off thing in the world.
Now that I'm feeling better, I can strongly say I now know what my goal in life is.
Venting, Depression
That goal: Build a space where myself and people like me can feel safe. Obviously I can't make that space open to everyone, but I can fight to make this world more supportive, more caring, more empathetic and more safe for us all.