I keep trying to get better, because everyone tells me that I’m sick. That I have a mental disease that can kill me.
So I try again and again.
But I always end up right back here.
I guess I belong here. With the sick and the troubled; the lost and let down. I’m just a sick person looking for what? Happiness? Self worth? Validation? I don’t have a clue. But I do know that I belong with the fallen. I’m here with the people who, even though they’ve never met me, understand me. I’m with those who have given up, who have realized that there’s nothing left to live for, and no matter how many doctors or specialists I see, I know.
This is where I belong. This is where I will always be.
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I’m starting to think “mental illness” means that we have hearts, minds & think outside of traditional bounds. Last two days I’ve REALLY been thinking that we are the kind and “normal” ones, trying to find placement in a society that we don’t really fit into.
I really believe suicide is not our solution, rather embrace who we are, rather than what society makes us believe we should be.
At my age I cannot believe until the last two days that it occurred to me, to just try and be my weirdo, kind and unique self.
It’s okay 🙂 (SOMETHING TO SMILE ABOUT)
i loved what you wrote chasity, and totally agree with you. be who you are accept that in the most part, others wont accept you for exactly that reason: 1 youre diferent, and 2 youre fighting to be who you are. i do believe we are the right ones in the world too. you should fight for your beliefs… always.
Thank you. You are so right.
you too <3
Thanks to both of you.
youre welcome 🙂