I just need to vent for half a second: prefacing with the fact that I am in the middle of a mixed episode and I’m working with my psych to get my meds changed. But sometime I just want to run away. Run away from everything- from my thoughts, my responsibilities, people. It’s such a struggle because obviously I can’t just pick up and leave everything, but I’m also coming to terms with the fact that my brain is the root cause to a lot of the things I want to run away from. I’m working through accepting my diagnosis and getting the help I need, but sometimes it feels completely hopeless. Everything just slips through my fingers no matter how hard I try. I can’t help but think about how much easier it would be to just not exist. To not have to cope. To not have to be.