I’m going to tell you a story. I was laying in bed one day deciding on my plans for that particular day. So, as I layed there, I decided that this was going to be the day that I committed suicide. Let me explain. I have been dealing with severe Depression my whole life, and on top of that I have severe Social Anxiety Disorder. I have gotten to the point where living in my own skin have become a prison. I have tried it all, I’ve seen every Doctor, and I’ve taken every med possible, but nothing seemed to stop this lingering beast within me. So, I’ve done what many who are in my position have done, I’ve turned to celebrities, video games, and movies to escape a reality that I felt was eating me alive. I’ve gotten so frightened of facing a reality that was so demonizing and hopeless that I fully immersed myself in pure fantasy. The problem was the fantasy part took it’s tole on my personal life. I convinced myself that I could do things that comic book characters could do, and that nothing around me was real, and that I was living in some sort of “Matrix.” It was so hard for me to bring myself to wake up from the fantasy, and bring myself back into a reality that I felt lead nowhere but into misery and hopelessness. The downfall came when I was standing on my roof that bright Saturday afternoon, and decided that this was the day that I was going to fly like Superman, because in my mind I already convinced myself that nothing in this world was real but me, and I was living in some type of “Matrix.” As I prepared to jump or “fly”, neighbors came rushing into my yard, trying to convince me to “don’t do it.” But, I already made that decision that I was going to fly away to another planet and be free from all the pain. Next thing you know a big burly guy comes up from behind me (to make a long story short) I ended up in a psychiatric ward in a Hospital. After two full weeks there i got a heavy dose of reality, and everything I imagined myself to be was not real, and when you wake up from the fantasy and you have to face reality, it’s like being hit by a semi. Sometimes I just wished I would have just faced reality head on instead of turning to fantasy to escape it. Don’t get me wrong, fantasy in small doses is good, because we all need a little fantasy in our lives, but when you immerse yourself in it, and unable to function without it, that’s when it’s time to pull back, because eventually you will have to wake up and face reality, and the truth is when reality hits, it can be devastating, and you wished you could have just faced it head on, life is hard, but that’s life, and there’s no easy answers.