Short little stories about topics revolving around depression and /or anxiety . TW FOR MOST. This symbol (⚠️ ) , is on the possibly triggering stories . Please don't read if you think it could harm you. I mean it guys, I don't want anyone getting hu...
I pulled out my phone and opened the messaging app. I texted my best friend Aurora.
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I put my phone down and despite hearing it ring, I left it be. I know it looks like I was planning to kill myself, but that's not entirely true. My plan was to leave. To leave my phone, leave all my stuff, and basically just disappear. I was tired, so tired, and I just wanted to be allowed to do nothing, so I had to leave. I got in my car and filled the tank at the gas station paying cash only. I also got some food to stock up on and then kept driving.
I drove 6 hours before finally stopping at my new home . I had plenty of money saved up because I used to work 2 jobs and I had already payed the deposit and first months rent, all in cash, on my apartment, so I moved in.
I slept on a blanket on the floor that night because it was not furnished. The next day I went out and bought a cheap mattress and sheets, I brought a couple blankets and pillows with my so I was set. I went back to my apartment and went to sleep, and that's basically all I did for the next month. I'd occasionally eat something from my stash but I was rarely hungry. Whenever I'd use the bathroom I avoided looking at myself in the mirror because I knew how shitty I looked. I thought of Aurora often, and was worried about her because I knew she and probably everyone else, thought I was dead.
A week or so passed and I ran out of food. I had to go out to a store to re-stock, so I, looking the mess I did, went out and did as I had to do. While I was out I figured I should stop at a library and email Aurora. I wanted to check on her.
I got nasty looks from the librarian but he still allowed me to use a computer. I signed in and wrote up my email to Aurora.
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I left the library and went back to my place where I sat alone in my bed for another couple weeks until my doorbell rang.
I thought if I pretended no one was home, they'd leave. I get the occasional salesperson or morman and they always leave if I ignore them, but this person was relentless.
I finally got up. I looked like actual garbage. My hair was matted, I had lost quite a bit of weight, my eyes looked as tired as they were, and I had the same clothes on I had from the week before. I packed very few clothing items.
