"The Doctors, the professionals, the counselors, the psychiatrists, they tell you that it will get better, that it has to get better because it couldn't get any worst then it already is.
Your parents, your friends, your family, your partner and, maybe, even your kids tell you that they are there for you, that they will always be available for you in time of need.
Neighbors, strangers, and online friends tell you that they are sorry, that they understand what your going through because a friend, a sibling, or a family member went through a similar thing.
You tell yourself that your not trying hard enough, and that you won't get better if you don't give it your best; if you don't give it your all. Except you have given all you can, the rest is taken by the Illness.
Every single person you meet will always tells you something about yourself.
They don't give you time to speak your own story. They're too busy telling you your own tale, to listen."
My name is S and I've decided I'll tell my own fucking story from now on.
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RomanceFlashback: It was a sunny, cloudless, windy day. It was The Day. The Day that would change my life. The Day that I would be set free. The Day I would let go of everything and everyone. I had been excited about that day but now, well, now I have abso...
