sometimes i genuinely don’t know what’s real or what my mind made up. i feel like people are constantly arguing in my head on whether i’m making up things or not. sometimes it feels like my emotional mind is a child and i have to calm them down. giving them reassurance and facts should work, but the child still keeps crying. it’s getting hard just get through the week. even though i’ve improved from more dangerous stuff, it still hurts and i get sad thinking about it lasting forever