I thought I was okay. Goddamnit I thought I was getting better. I thought it was getting easier.
I was wrong. So, so wrong.
For once I felt normal.
Then back down the rabbit hole. Falling down, down, down.
I hate it.
I hate that one close call set me so far back. I'm back to crying every night. I'm back to barely eating. I'm back to hell.
Please don't attempt suicide. It hurts others so much more than you think. I know you're in pain, and I know you're miserable, and maybe this is selfish, but is it worth making everyone who loves you feel the same way?
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Thoughts and Feelings
Non-FictionTRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, ANXIETY, ETC. Welcome to my brain on my darkest days and nights. I'm warning you, it's not pretty, so continue at your own risk. This involves questions I find myself asking on a daily basis, rants...
