I wonder if anyone knows or is even the least bit curious as to why the website and my name is Break Down My Door. Well not my actual name. I wanted something to stand out, something different, and something that defined me. When I thought of this, it was perfect. Break Down My Door defines me, because I am breaking down my walls to speak about the heavy things that weigh on my shoulders. The hard things, the bad things, my opinions, and my confessions. A lot of people think that I am a shy person. I am not. I have a lot to say. I have so much to say. But I am afraid of being judged or being treated differently, and I wish I wasn’t. So here I am coming out to all of you with an open heart. These are the things that weigh me down, when I write the words fly off my fingertips and into the air. Everything is making sense and I am not ashamed to write it all out.

Break Down My Door defines me because any time I have ever had a panic attack, anxiety, or a mental breakdown of tears, I have always hidden in the bathroom. I would hide in the bathroom, lock the door, fall apart, I used to harm myself in there as well, and then I would wipe the tears and gather myself together like nothing ever happened. Far too many times have I wished that someone would break down the door and stop me from being alone, from harming myself, and from isolating myself. It’s okay to break down. It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay. I don’t need anyone to be my hero anymore. I am my own hero, but I still need love and support. I get that from my close friends and family. So here I am sharing the burdens of my heart to you. If you feel the same way about any of my posts I just want to say I am here for you. I am sharing my burdens and my pain in the hopes that if you can relate, that you know that you are not alone. That I want you to break down your own door and let people in. Let people help you, let me help you, don’t give up. It’s okay not to be okay.