Written at 01:18 when my brain wouldn’t let me sleep
Mentally I am SO tired. Everything takes a fight at the minute and I’ve lost mine.
The daily battle to not let my anxiety, ocd and depression and even grief are taking their tole and I feel like I’m just walking about in a haze sometimes with it.
I don’t know who I am. Everything keeps happening daily and I am just a shell of me. I don’t know what I’m doing with life. I’m fighting a recent battle with thoughts of self harm. I haven’t had thoughts since before I was diagnosed. That’s how I know things with me aren’t great.
No one take the time these days to talk. No one asks how I’m doing. Or even want to spend time with me. I’m gonna end up in my new place and alone. Don’t get me wrong my family are around me but it’s not the same.
Life is a daily battle. And a question of whether I would be missed if didnt make the effort to do life.
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