When will it be possible for me to hold onto the emotion and feeling of happiness.
Seems like it's always a couple of hours where I've forgotten the sadness and can breathe again, and then just like a switch my mind is distorted back into darkness.
The loneliness creeps back up.
Then I realize all over again how fucking hard this mental thing is.
It's a constant battle trying to keep climbing out of that fucking dark hole.
It hurts, fighting this feeling even when you know how much your family loves you... but why is it that I feel this way?
They're the reason I keep holding on because if it weren't from them I could not endure the agony that is my mind for them, I stay.
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Thoughts of a Mentally Ill Woman
Документальная прозаRandom journal entry's of thoughts and or struggles I deal with on a daily with my depression and bipolar disorder. Life can be dark and a lonely place, here's a glimpse at my mind.
