Such a fine line between a cry for help, and a genuine attempt. I’m not sure where I’m at, honestly the two biggest fears are not succeeding and being left with a life that is almost impossibly worse than it is now, and succeeding and the affect this will have on my very fragile family and the friends I dot see much of but I suppose are still my friends and will still feel te hurt.
I think I just want someone to rescue me and solve most of my problems, and look past or help me cope with the rest.
But it’s not going to happen. A shrink once said that the pills and sessions are just the rungs on a ladder and you still have to climb if yourself.
Unfortunately my ladder is never ending. and rooted in quicksand. The more I climb the more exhausted I am but the lower I have become.
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Even if you look around hanging on the edge of the cliff thinking it a tiersome and hopeless chore to wish for someone to save you, so long as you have something in this world that makes you want to live i think you should hang on. You’re still here, that means it’s not to late for someone to extend a hand.