It replays in my mind. I can feel as the tears fall down my face as I remember that week. That day. That moment. My heart's pounds against my chest and it feels tight. A lump forms in my throat and it becomes hard to breath. My vision becomes blurry and it starts to turn dark. I start to lose where I'm at and I can't hear anything. There's people calling out to me buts it's overcome by the sound of me breathing. I can feel the cold bathroom tile on my knees, I can feel the mess of pills in my hands. The feeling of wanting to close my eyes and not open them gets me scared. I can't sleep, I can't think, I can't eat. I can't function normally. Where did I go wrong.
1-6-20
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Dear Deppresion
Non-FictionDear depression, Do you really need to be a part of my life? Alot of these notes are old, some are recent. These can be triggering so please read with care. Aside from that this book follows along with some of my most hidden and deepest though...
