a/n- this is a story. please don't read if you are sensitive to subjects surrounding mental health & please speak to someone about it. contact me on here or ask for my socials and i will be so happy to talk to you, don't ever hesitate, no matter how big or small you think your worry is. you're worth so much. you're life is so precious and i need you to stay. i love you.
i really want to be the person to tell you to fight and get through this but i can't even convince myself to do the same. i know how hard it is, i understand the struggle of basic life. it's hard to eat, get to sleep at a reasonable time, tidy the space you live in. i know, i struggle constantly everyday. you're told it's okay to feel like this sometimes but what if it's all the time, it's consuming my life. im asked what triggers my emotions, if anything has happened to make me feel this way and the truth is i dont know. i understand just as much as you do. of course there are things i feel i can't tell anyone, sometimes because i can't describe it correctly or just because of the fear of judgement, but i just can't seem to let out some parts of myself that are slowly crushing me inside out. i live off of constant reassurance from others, i don't think i could go about a day without someone telling me i look nice or that im doing something right.
i don't even get out of bed if i don't have a reason to do so and even if i do have a reason ill make up any excuse to get out of it. i hate life, i hate my life. i don't like where im at in my life at the moment, i never have, it's never been enough to bring a smile to my face or encourage me to want to live. im not even living at this point, yes im breathing and moving but that's just the basics of survival and being. i want to love myself, i want to smile when i look in the mirror and believe truly that i am good enough. i never will though, not with my features or my body. something is never right, even on a good day. i won't be enough for them, i won't ever find love or find my happiness. i annoy people, im too much for them, they don't want to be around me anymore. i understand it though, why would they?
im mumbling on now but i guess what im trying to say is this is my cry for help, im at my breaking point, but now you're here maybe we can stick together, help eachother through the misery. ill be your reason to carry on and you can be mine. write to me and ill write to you. ill try not to be a burden or get in the way, i just want you to know that im here for you, always.
-me, your reason.
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i use writing as a way to express myself and my emotions. im not the most talented writer but maybe someone will relate and find comfort in the fact that im here and i understand. i may continue to use this 'book' to create more paragraphs like this if it's something that you feel connected to. either way im not going anywhere. you can talk to me on an anonymous account if that makes you feel more comfortable but don't go through this alone. i hope my words helped you in some way, you're so strong, not everyone sees and appreciates your hard work but i do.
YOU ARE READING
keep hope.
Short Storysome of my owns words that you might relate to and find comfort from. mental health is so important and i wanted to write something that might help other people. don't struggle alone. i love you.
