I sometimes picture myself in a field of negative thoughts as I scream at the top of lungs, “STOP!!!” My biggest fear is being buried alive and didn’t realize I already was by my brain until I started taking medicine along with exercise. I suffer from anxiety and depression with high highs and lower lows. Trying to find a balance. Use the hashtag #runningtowardsthehappy alot. I fight for my happiness every day. Negative thoughts = dirt trying to bury me but I’ve got my shovel = Prozac. I am too much, extra, and loud. Thanks for being here.