Stuck

I’ve been through it. The teasing, the yelling, the isolation, the masks, the chronic depression, the eating disorder, the self harm,the diagnosis, the therapy, the suicide attempts. I’ve been through it all and I made it to a point where I was happy with myself, with my surroundings. But there are always the bad days that confuse me. Where I can’t figure out if it’s just a bad day or if its a relapse. Recently I’ve been hounded with stress from school, from family, from friends, from myself. I feel so overwhelmed and I feel myself breaking all over again. I want the stress to stop. I want them to stop treating me like I’m a doll that they can doctor up and fix into a daughter who lives in a perfect world surrounded by that white picket fence. I want the world to just stop. I want to stop. I’m tired.