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In this film, I decided to write for it something i'm currently handling, because i know i am not the only one who has been in this place.
During this pandemic, my sense of time has gone quite downhill. I find it hard to remember what day of the week it is, or remember what I had done just days prior. That is still the case. The pandemic has also taken a pretty decent toll on my mental health, as it has with many of my peers. During a significant transition between medications, I decided I'd write on my recent feelings regarding time, as well as my recent experiences with the news of the medication switch. I ended up using this as a opportunity to almost vent a little, but I feel like talking about these things could potentially help others in the sense of... that they really aren't alone. I know maybe saying that is almost cheesy, and I know that sometimes hearing the phrase "you're not alone," isn't so helpful, as my and many others brain(s) have told them that they are... have made them feel so stuck in that loneliness. However, I always hope that by talking openly about my experiences through my life, that maybe someone who feels the way I feel, or felt, will hear it, and maybe bring them a little hope, or some relation that may give them some hope from hearing someone who has gone through similar things. There has been times throughout my life that I look back upon, and feel like hearing that someone else has gone through... felt, the way I felt, at very least it would have been nice to hear, nice to know that what I was feeling was ok. I believe talking about how you feel, if you feel comfortable or with someone you feel comfortable, is so very important. Some people may not have that someone they feel comfortable with, though, or certain feelings or thoughts they don't necessarily want people to know or hear. That's why helplines and crisis lines like yours are so crucial, so important. That's what they're there for. They help so many people, and will continue to do so as long as people share them around, send them to a friend who's feeling alone, or nervous to talk to someone they know about such difficult subjects. Sometimes talking to a stranger about these things is so much easier than talking to someone who knows you. I've felt that way, and I've used them for that reason exactly. And as nervous as I was for this transition of meds, I have hope. I've gotten this far, and I can go further. Some days keeping any sort of optimism is much more difficult than others, but I have hope. I've already made it almost 19 years, and I hope that sharing my story can help others see that there is nothing wrong with theirs.