I miss when the biggest worries I had were over my friends being okay
I miss when bullying was a thing on TV, not a thing I dealt with
I miss when hurting myself wasn't an action I had ever taken
I miss when depressive phases was not something I had to deal with
I miss when my mania wasn't evident in my anxiety and I could just be happy without huge problems
I miss when my innocence to the harmful world was intact
I miss when my bullies would only tattle on me for things I didn't do
I miss when I was encouraged to read and no one thought it odd
I miss when I had fun writing about the crazy half-baked adventures that came to my mind
I miss when I didn't have reason to be officially diagnosed with mood disorder, and unofficially diagnosed with bipolar disorder
I miss when I was a young child,
Because the world was certainly better to me then than it is now.
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