Dear paranoia:
You suck.
You make me lose trust in the people that I should trust the most. They're probably not discussing how awful I am behind my back. Odds are they don't secretly hate me. They definitely don't have any plans to kill me. So why do you put the idea in my head.
A part of me knows that no one is out to get me, but like my other problems, you're so convincing. I can't go in crowded places without being aware of what everyone around me is doing. I can't sleep sometimes because I'm afraid someone will break into the house and kill me. I fear that people are watching me at all times, just like I watch out for them. Because I'm just as capable of murder as they are. When in crowded rooms and my intrusive thoughts (which are horrible and disgusting) start happening, I'm almost positive that someone can read my mind and that they realized what a piece of trash I am because of my thoughts.
You make me sick mentally and physically and in general. Why would my family want to kill me? Why would my family secretly hate me? Why do I think that this is all made up and that there's nothing wrong. In addition, you make me think that everyone is only pretending to believe me, and you know very well that people not believing me is one of my many fears.
Get out of my life and stay as far away from me as you possibly can, please.
Sincerely,
Luna.
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Dear Mental Illness
Kurgu OlmayanTrigger Warning (self harm and suicide mentions and the like) this is the letters to all the things that are supposedly wrong with me.
