I don’t cry much about my depression and anxiety. I cry when people are evil to me but never about how much pain I’m in. But today, I just cried a lot. I don’t even know what about. I just cried. This life = torture. Nothing more to it. This life = the cruciatus curse.
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Sometimes it feels good to cry… like you’re letting it out, relieving pressure from your chest and acknowledging the pain
Cyber hug ((()))
suicideisnotachoice appears to be in distress. I suggest tolerance and patience.