READ FOR SOME TRUTH BOMBS YALL Over the past year or so, I have been asked a lot, why do you wear a suit. Are you trying to be Barney Stinson? Are you doing it to pull the ladies? I would often answer with yes because this was easier than explaining the truth. But the truth is, with the crippling social, health and generalized anxiety that I have suffered from for the last 6 years, getting out was a really trying task. After eventually being weaned back into society by a number of my friends, to overcome the social aspect of the anxiety I wanted to stand out, so that it wasnt my words doing the talking it was the uniqueness of my attire. This suit of many words and questions became a crutch for which my mangled psyke could use to limp along. this created a dependency upon the suit. Until this very day I believed that the suit was getting me out, the suit was bringing me back to the world. but the truth is whilst wearing a suit in silly/inappropriate occasions I realised it wasnt the suit that was getting me out, it was the friends I had made whilst wearing this suit and the friends that supported me through my difficult time. To these friends I thank you. you freed me once more from the pit of dread that is mental disabilities. This is why, I urge all of my friends and their friends and so on, if you suffer with an ailment of the mind, dont hide away, dont cower from the nightmares and dont take the easy route. your true friends will help you, they will do their utmost to bring you back from the dead. let them help you. I went from a man, trapped in a suit, to a man being freed by it.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Feb 2014 23:34:34 +0000
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