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A wet white t-shirt clings to my body as I walk through the forest on a foggy day. The trees tower above me, their branches creaking ominously in the wind. My black eyes are fixed intently ahead, my senses on high alert for any sign of danger. But despite the eerie atmosphere, I feel at peace - the misty veil that shrouds the world is like a cloak of anonymity, and I can be anyone I want to be.
As I walk deeper into the forest, I become lost in thought. My mind wanders back to when I was just 18, my first year of college. I had been struggling with anxiety and depression for years, but I knew that if I didn't get help, things might only get worse. So I made a change - I started therapy, and slowly began to build myself up from the inside out.
But even though life has gotten better over time, there's still something about being in these woods that brings me back to those dark days. Maybe it's the isolation, or maybe it's just the way the light filters through the trees, casting long shadows on the ground. Whatever it is, it puts me at ease - and sometimes, I find myself drifting off into thoughts of a darker nature.
The fog begins to clear as we walk deeper into the forest. The trees grow closer together here, their branches tangled above us like skeletal fingers. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you
