Yesterday was a bad day today wasn’t a ton better…I’m mentally exhausted and still am in a not great place. But I’ll get through, I always do…I’ll have a bit more trauma but I’ll get through this.

There are days I don’t want to keep fighting, some days I want to run away from everyone and some days I wonder if I should bother to keep going or not. 

But each morning , I get up and still keep going through my routine, never quite feeling right, having that feeling of chest pain reminding me that my anxiety &amp; depression are still there ready to take full control and run me over. 

It’s hard, it’s so hard…I’m emotional they say, I must need money or something it’s why I’m acting out they say.  Who are they, my family, the ones that I need to support me. They are the ones I now need to stay further from.  

I’m so hurt to know this is what they think. I just wish they truly knew how fragile I really am.