

Everything hurts emotionally. I’m so tired. Life feels meaningless but I’m too scared of death to go. People make me so anxious. I’m so hyper aware yet misinformed at the same time. I will never be enough for this world.  It’s exhausting to bother trying.

I wouldn’t wish this on anyone even though what I struggle with isn’t as bad as others’ struggles. 

I’m so tired. I’ve relapsed. I knew it would happen again eventually even though I’d been doing so much better coping-skills wise. I’m frustrated talking to my psychiatrist and my therapist. They’re wonderful and I feel blessed to have them but I feel like there’s no hope for me...