One Misstep Away From Hating Myself
While this blog is basically currently becoming a therapy blog for myself, I promise it intends to grow into something more worthwhile.
I am starting to realize that when I’m on the brink of a bad depression, the smallest thing becomes my last emotional straw that breaks me. I hit a parked car today.
I want to never leave the house again, I want to avoid myself somehow, I want to cease to exist.
But I’ve felt this way so many times. I know it’s my depression talking. I know it will pass. But at the same time, I have a voice telling me that’s not what it is not this time and blah blah blah.
I know it IS the depression though.
But my brain doesn't believe it.
I hate feeling so disconnected from myself.
My family members are all sick. My one good friend has been mean to me all day. I have no one to talk to. So I’m here. Saying I will survive my stupid brain somehow. I might be hardly sleeping, I might not feel any motivation to do much of anything and I may have no emotions of joy pretty much ever anymore but I BELIEVE I will one day. I’m just not there yet... again. I need some good therapy and a med adjustment. But until that’s possible I’ll do my best everyday and sometimes that's going to be pretty shitty.
I believe in this project even though I’m not quite sure what it is still.
But my sister’s soul WILL change the future or I’ll die trying.