My anxiety is always lurking and my depression comes in waves. Not that anyone needs me to say this, but let me tell you - when they hit, they hit HARD! For the last two weeks, this has sucked the life out of me to the point where I go long periods of not eating because of the loss of appetite, overthinking my overthinking’s thinking, I feel absolutely useless in and out of work, and I’m physically exhausting myself just feeling this way. 

The only semblance of relief is to hit myself (head, chest, torso, thigh, etc.) or scream at the top of my lungs into a pillow, blanket, or towel (whatever is closest). 

I wished euthanasia was legal in my state - I’d be one less number, one less worry to people, and I can end it how I want to.