Hi Guys,
It’s seems like it’s been a while since I’ve talked to you. Doesn’t it? It’s been only a week…
How are you guys? Hopefully better than I am…
How am I? Physically: Sore Mentally: Broken
My physical state… Is just sore… I’m so exhausted these days… I’m tired and I just don’t know what to do… My headaches aren’t that constant or daily, but I do get them often… I have more panic attacks these days… I have more break downs these days… I don’t know guys… I just don’t know anymore.
My mental state… Is just broken… I’m trying not to cry tonight because I’ve been crying myself to sleep these past few nights… I feel so broken and I just don’t know if I can keep picking myself up… What if I can’t? What if I can’t keep picking up these broken pieces and sewing them back together? What will happen after that?
You’re the one that i love and i’m saying goodbye. You pick me up so i just fall. I wish you were here.
Talk to you soon.
Say Something,
4 comments
Well when we do say something, you have not responded. It seems like a one way conversation. I hope you can get help somewhere besides here. I am I can more than likely say “we”,are concerned about you, that you will, and do need help to feel better. I think it is time. So get help from someone who is a professional with this. Yes it means that you have to come out and talk to an adult, (mom and dad?) but you will feel so much better, and you will get “real friendships ” with people who can actually hug you!
Take care “let it go!” I will always think of you, and send all my wishes for a recovery!
You can do it! I know you can. Many of us have faced worse and have lived to help others. It is your turn now!
Bye, for now.
Something! How are you now? I find my mental state runs like a roller coaster. Up…then down.. and round and round. I get really tired of being dragged around by my mental state! Aren’t you sick and tired of being a slave to your mental state? I hate it. There’s got to be a way out of this freaking crazy side show circus we call our mental state!
Keep on picking up the pieces. Maybe that’s all life is? Breaking..picking up..breaking..picking up. I don’t know what will happen if I can’t pick up the pieces anymore? That’s a big question.
For help, or to get help, or to just come out, I have given myself a few more months to recover, but if I don’t by then, then I’ll come out. When school ends and I’m not better then I’ll come out.
You took the words out of my mouth in this whole post… Such a helpless empty feeling