Honestly it’s been really hard for the last month or so to even get out of bed in the morning.
I’ve just been so tired. So tired of pretending to be happy and pretending that my meds are working.
I wake up everyday on the edge, and the second something makes my day bad I start to think of ending it. Because I’m always just barely hanging on. I’m not sure that I’d say I’m suicidal, but I don’t try to live. I just exist and keep hoping that the next day will be better. But it never is, and I’m getting more and more tired of fighting.
That’s how I ended up here. I need to know I’m not alone in this world. Because I feel like I am. And I’m not sure how to get out of this. I need help. I need friends.