Eilidh_Alice

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I know know one on here really care but I need to rant!
          	
          	Mental health is my worst enemy, I’ve got nightshift in 2 hours and my mums at work I phoned her for a rant and had an anxiety attack on the phone to her and now I can’t be arsed going into work but I need to because no one else can do the shift because I’m covering this shift I can’t deal, I feel so shit, so lifeless and just done, the s ideation is making a comeback for me and I’m not here for it 

Eilidh_Alice

questo messaggio potrebbe essere offensivo
I know know one on here really care but I need to rant!
          
          Mental health is my worst enemy, I’ve got nightshift in 2 hours and my mums at work I phoned her for a rant and had an anxiety attack on the phone to her and now I can’t be arsed going into work but I need to because no one else can do the shift because I’m covering this shift I can’t deal, I feel so shit, so lifeless and just done, the s ideation is making a comeback for me and I’m not here for it 

Eilidh_Alice

I think the hardest part about growing up and the passage of time is the fact that once someone is gone and we’re moving on with life we can’t go and tell them what’s happening in our life. 
          All the exciting moments we would share with them. 
          I got into my university of choice today and as I was telling my friends and college lecturers I got so sad as my uncle passed in 2019 and then my Nana in 2022. They were the people I went to for everything. Just to sit and talk for someone to listen. 
          I was so sad I won’t be able to tell them, I hope they’re proud of me, and I miss them. 
          And that’s the hardest thing.