Ok so I wrote The Edge only recently and I thought it was important to share. Those words are from my own head. They are my own thoughts. Although I haven’t cut myself, I have imagined it. There are days where I don’t want to fight anymore, where I’m not satisfied with just standing on the metaphorical edge of life, where I feel like I want to just step off. I fight it, but each day it’s getting harder.

I used to fight it on my own, but recently I told my mother I think I might have depression. In my family, it’s not really a surprise. Depression and/or anxiety issues seem to run in the family. At least now someone knows. They can help me, lend me support if I need it. Of course you guys know as well and I think it helps talking to you about it.

I’m not really a therapy person. I wouldn’t know where to start or what to say. Here, I’m just telling you my thoughts on lyrics I’d written and where the idea came from. Where the idea came from for these lyrics, was me. It’s me. My inner thoughts and feelings that I don’t/can’t share.

I’m at a point where I no longer fear the day I can no longer fight. But I still do and if you have any of the same thoughts and feelings I’ve expressed in The Edge or here, than I would ask you to fight too. We can both get through this.

You are not alone. I’m here. I’m here for you, if you need me. All you have to do is ask.

Love
Roxanne