I usually start my post with a quote from a song or just a quote in general. I usually start my days numb, with no sense of care, no sense of happy at all. I usually try, fall, get back up and proceed, do it all over again.
I usually…
There have been so many nights I’ve attempted suicide. There have been so many nights I’ve contemplated packing up my bag and just leaving, no note, no trail, no connection. There have been many nights I’ve stumbled in drunk out of my mind. There have been many nights I’ve just sat up all night crying and dying a little inside.
There are many nights…
Why are you so sad? Why would you cut your wrists? Get over it. Its not impossible to get better. You’ll be fine. Just do it. The constant pressure to get better all because people cannot accept my depression, my bipolar disorder, my anxieties and panic attacks as something serious. Its not just mental, it gets physical as well.
Get over it…
There have been many mornings where the sun light hits my face and I think, today will be a good day. The birds chatter fills my soul, the howling of my pups makes me smile. Knowing my baby niece has just arrived to my house gets me up and out of my bed just to see her. There have been many mornings like this, the thing is, there have been more nights, more days where I don’t want to get up, moments where my mind won’t shut up, many times I’ve woken up physically but truly dead inside.
There are many days…