(this goes hand in hand with mood disorder.)
Dear depression:
First of all, how dare you. How dare you strip me of my happiness for no good reason. How dare you strip me of my motivation and enthusiasm towards life.
I can't finish hardly anything I start. I start playing a video game I love? Within ten minutes I've turned it off and no longer want to play it. Started writing a book? Nope. Write one paragraph and get drained. The only reason I can type this is my anger is fueling me. I'm tired of feeling worthless. I'm tired of feeling like I don't deserve to be happy. I don't deserve friends or family that care about me.
Stop dragging me down. Stop making me want to shut myself out from anyone and everyone around me. Stop making me lose hope so easily. I don't want to do anything because of you. I don't want to do any of the things that I'm interested in. I almost got put back into the mental hospital because of you. Leave me the hell alone. Stop making me cry for no reason. I literally cry for no reason. I'm not even really sad. Stop making me not want to take care of myself anymore. I usually don't shower for a few days and don't even get me started on brushing my teeth. I feel disgusting.
You're one of my biggest problems. and you need to go away. leave me alone.
Sincerely,
Luna
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Dear Mental Illness
Non-FictionTrigger Warning (self harm and suicide mentions and the like) this is the letters to all the things that are supposedly wrong with me.
