On Monday I went skydiving. The drop was the greatest experience ever. After landing and settling in, I started and continued to experience crippling thoughts.

As someone who battled/battles depression and had tendencies, seeing the ground was the most disturbing thing ever. This was the closest I’ve seen death and yeah it changed my life perspective to value life which I’m thankful.

But now all day I’ve been having flashbacks and it’s getting debilitating where I keep telling myself I jumped out of a effing airplane, how stupid was that.

I hope it calms down but that view before dropping is something I’ll remember forever and that is the view I don’t wish to remember.