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Being a Burden

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When you have anxiety and depression, those who don't struggle with itdon't understand how hard it can be. Even if you only have anxiety, it's a struggle to get through the day. When you're always worrying about everything, it's exausting. 

The  thing about anxiety is you care too much, and with depression, you don't care at all. 

After dealing with it for so long, you start to believe that you're going to be like this forever, even though peeople constantly tell you that things are going to get better.

What if things never get better? What do you do then? Do you give up? Do you keep fighting? I don't know. I honestly have no idea.

When people keep trying to encourage you and it never works, you start to feel like a burden. You start to believe you are a burden. 

I am convinced I am a burden.

If you don't already know, that's not a good feeling, because you feel like you're unworthy of the people in you're life, like they're only around you because thy pity you.

My name is Brooke Eira, and I am a burden.All Rights Reserved

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