I had one day feeling good. One day in a sea of shit.
Now the depression is back, and it’s brought with it the hopelessness, the worthlessness and the despair. Hello suicidal thoughts, I sure did miss you yesterday… 😥
I don’t want to do this anymore. How can anybody call this a life? And I’ve been dealing with this shit for 13 years.
I had a panic attack today, haven’t had one of those in a while, and I’ve been crying for hours. I’m going to need to drink a bath tub of water to rehydrate after this.
Please no ‘it will get better’ messages. It never gets better, it only ever gets worse.