When I was a kid at Disney World, I felt too shy to talk to Peter Pan and Wendy, both of who were talking to someone else. I never got the chance, again. I still regret it, even though I’m an adult, and even though it’s illogical to continue regretting it. There, I got it off my chest.
TRIGGER WARNING- SUICIDE: When I was at my lowest point, I made plans to kill myself last month in spite of the fact that I have a trip to Disney World planned this month. The possibility of not seeing Disney World was my wake up call to get help for my depression and begin taking antidepressants for the first time in years.
I want to go back to Disney World but my family is making it difficult. They don’t know how to plan a trip or how to budget and watching them struggle is stressing me out because I’m worried they’re just gonna assume it’s too much and give up. If that happens, I’m gonna have to go solo, because I REALLY want to go, but I’m terrified of being all the way out there surrounded by masses of people and being by myself.