I have not had what I call a good day in months. I just want one more good day before I end it. I lost hope . Every night when I go to bed I dread waking up to the pain and misery there is only one option I am hanging on by a thread one little thing will push me over the edge.
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I get it. I’ve essentially lived the same day every day for a year. And I plan for it to be the same day for about another year.
It’s hard isn’t it