I'm Storm and i have severe anxiety , a little depression and apparently i am unaware of my closet of insercurities. I don't see myself as broken , i don't pity or offer pity but i do believe that it is special to feel and be the way i am and i am not ashamed. Just never really had people who could understand me for what i am and see me past all of the 'sadness' because i am living and i am happy but i am also sad . Becuase so many people misunderstood me for wanting attention and others istook me for a very ill individual, never really got to share myself in a way that truly reflected me. Really fucked up how i see myself. Now i want to be a true self. Why must i hide it anymore?