The truth is difficult to accept; it is even harder to state.

Nevertheless, here it is.

It takes a handful of pills to get me out of bed every morning. I have no sense of self-confidence, self-worth, and no real identity. I think a lot about not existing -- not death, just a state of not being.

I am a grown adult who still misses his mom and grandmom.

I want to be there for others. I want to support all of those who feel the way I do. If you ever feel like you are struggling, please do not hesitate to reach out to me. I am here to help.

I am doing everything I can to make the food scene in my town better. I just want to support my community and see it thrive.