We with depression and anxiety! Only we know how it feels
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Those of you who do not know or feel the pain we do, please do not tell us that we are exaggerating when you do not
know how it feels. Please don't tell us that it will go over because we know that the pain will always remain. Please do not tell me that we do have it perfect. We do not struggle like everyone else, we live a perfect life. But worst of all is when you say that we who smiles and laughs constantly how can we even get us to complain and cry? For as I said our lives are so perfect with no errors somewhere. Everything is just perfect, but the only thing you do not know is that our pain, our sorrow, our wars and our meaningless words are on the inside. This is what it feels like to live with depression and anxiety.
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Jules Hart returns to the psychiatric ward, her life has fallen apart once again. She had it under control. Or was it all just her imagination? She encounters trials and tribulations with her eating disorder recovery, being forced into situations like no other; ending in painful repercussions and unhealthy coping mechanisms. After deciding she no longer wants help, Jules escapes the psychiatric ward; resulting in her attempting to take her own life. The consequence of her actions, broke Tom's heart in the process, all the while he held her sick body. Her life has led her down the path of having to recover from not only the torturous eating disorder, but the addictive self harm and torment of the suicidal ideation. Let's just hope Jules gets her happy ending... ~ "GET OFF ME! GET THE HELL OFF ME! I DON'T LIKE BEING TOUCHED! GET THE FUCK OFF ME. TOM PLEASE HELP ME. TOM! PLEASE GET THEM OFF ME. I'M SO SCARED!" Jules's fragile body was making a forceful connection with the cold and unsympathetic ground. Her bloodline exiting and tainting her body and all of the surroundings. Her painful and emotional screams echoed the white corridor, while Jules's body shook and shivered, and dizzy spells with blurry covered eyes; forced her body and mind to experience a feeling of disconnection. The fit of fear that swirled in the pit of Jules's stomach made her head jolt violently side to side, along with front and back; causing her forehead to strike the floor. ~TW: Eating disorder, suicide and self harm mentioned throughout~
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