Life? Life? You mean the everyday struggles. You mean the everyday suicidal thoughts. You mean the everyday struggles to get out of bed, because you don’t want to interact with people who will never fucking understand what you’re going through. You mean the everyday pretending to be okay. You mean the everyday faking a smile. You mean the everyday breakdowns. You mean the everyday panic attacks. You mean the everyday being a burden. You mean everyday being a disappointment. You mean the everyday feeling worthless. You mean the everyday telling yourself that everything is going to be okay, when its only getting worse and worse. You mean the everyday failing in everything. If this is called life, then I’d rather be dead. ASAP.
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You just described perfectly what I feel every damn day..
Just when I thought I was the only one!
Stay strong.
oh. my. god. You just said so perfectly what I keep trying to explain to my husband, and what it appears he’ll never understand. I’m with robotmonkey. You’re a poet. I’m sorry you’re in the same damn sinking ship I’m in, but at least you’re eloquent.
Funny right? being depressed has some advantages for me, it helps me hone my inner poetic skills!
Thank you for your feedback. And I hope you find the right words and time to explain it to your husband. I’m glad to be with you in this broken ship… hope we can fix it together too!
Stay strong.
To sum up: “Life? Don’t talk to me about life.”
Hahaha. I know right? Life is so complicated to even talk about. Sigh
This is gold!