Thank you Holy Cross

Goku or something:

"I’ve been doing some creative writing, even though I’m still adjusting to my new medication — Lithium has me a bit hazy, but I’m working through it.

I was watching Smiling Friends the other day, and there was this great episode where they help a wizard who’s basically spiraling. On the surface, he’s doing all this bizarre “wizard stuff” — strange rituals, odd beliefs he picked up from some sketchy mystics or maybe even a cult. 

Maybe his ex had something to do with it, maybe not. Either way, the guy clearly isn’t doing well.

But beneath all the theatrics, what he’s actually dealing with is painfully human: he’s scared about aging, balding, losing parts of himself, and he’s way too ashamed and afraid to ask for help. 

He reaches out in these vague, roundabout ways, or he asks the wrong people, or he hides behind magic instead of just saying, “I’m hurting. I need support.”

Eventually the Smiling Friends get him to drop the act, be honest, and finally accept real help — like, actual hair-regrowth treatment instead of the nonsense he was doing. 

And once he lets himself be vulnerable, everything starts moving in a healthier direction.

And honestly, that hit home for me.

 Because that’s exactly what I went through. I finally admitted I needed help with my depression, checked myself into Holy Cross in Germantown, and gave myself a week to reset. 

And it changed everything. I walked out feeling the best I’ve ever felt.

It took a lot to admit I needed that — more than I realized — but I’m glad I did.

I know sharing that I admitted myself to a hospital is "bad for my case."

Only in an evil society.

I am speaking the truth. It NEEDS to be said."

~Goku from my upcoming DBZ Manga Anime remix