This is, bar none, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. I’ve been putting this off out of fear. Fear that once I start I won’t be able to stop. Fear that writing this will create more wounds on my already battered soul and fear that I won’t be able to convey just how
You would be so fucking proud of me. So proud. For speaking up. For taking my voice back. For finally fucking writing and not being afraid. I love you dearly because I know now that you said you were doing me a favour because you did not want to hurt me. Because we love each
Down down the hole I go where I am nobody knows. Am I ignoring you or at an all time low? Up up smiling again trudging through the week ahead. Happiness is all you see but know it’s pain inside of me.
I had a friend going through some really hard times in his life a couple months ago and they said the most devastating thing to me: I just want someone to care. I’m not trying to be selfish I know my parents care about all of this stuff but that’s natural they’re my parents. I
One foot in front of the other, friends
Suffering from mental health makes it hard to open up to people. Like anything, we fear what we don’t understand. And if there’s anything we underestimate and oversimplify it’s mental health. But if we want people to understand we have to keep talking about it. Not matter how hard the discussion may be. Take into consideration that just