01/12/2024
There used to be a Bridge here that I’d explore after a soccer game when I had a family before I had grief. Sitting back here at 30 years old makes me realise that mental health is like this bridge. It can take so much and so much until it can’t. People start saying don’t go to the bridge over time - it’s worn down and worn down after years and years or turmoil and flood but in an instant it can even let go. It can be ripped away in an instant and replaced in the foreground by the new one with concrete that’s better off structurally and so the traffic flows. It doesn’t mean it wasn’t a good bridge it means that even structural wood has it day. So if you can be anything if this world don’t be a careless c*nt
