There are many people in my life who have immense belief in my capabilities. Yet every day is a struggle. Some days far less than others.
Yet, with so much belief in me, and so much love and respect given. I still sit at the end of my bed. Staring down the barrel of my . 308
I need help. Tomorrow is my fist appt with a therapist since March of last year. Back then they told me I have bipolar depression and anxiety. What did I do? Try to take it on by myself.
I need help. But why? Why can’t I just fix myself?