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.