I became obsessed with the idea of perfection; that everything in my life must be perfect to achieve my highest potential as effectively and efficiently as possible. Once I completed that, there would be no need for the thoughts of death; either that or no need for life. But after a while, the pressure built up, and I would have endless negative thoughts that worsened my mental health more than motivating me. That's how I ended up going to a mental hospital.
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Depressing Poems
PoetryA collection of poems focusing on the topic of depression. TW: Includes topic of depression and self-harm, includes profanity.
