Being a teenager and having anxiety and depression but not anxiety and depression bad enough to warrant the attention required to deal with it properly was fucking wild.
Like I had this old red journal that I used only to vent into and like, it had the likes of:
“I don’t want to participate in my own death but wouldn’t be opposed to dying right here and now spontaneously. But also that’s embarrassing this is so embarrassing I’m literally not even mentally I’ll.”
And this would happen nearly every day for years.
Anyways if anyone relates to this you do have a mental illness and you are valid. I’m sorry your being overlooked bc you know how to hide it really well but I’m proud of you for waking up everyday even though you wish you wouldn’t. I wish you peace, stranger.