Every day is a struggle and every morning a disappointment. I feel like an empty shell, crawling day by day to survive, in a world I don’t want to be in, but I was forced to. Lost my faith because after over 30 years of begging for my suffering to stop, I’m still here. I’m on my own and contemplating every single day…
Found this site a few years ago and I’m crying every time I read it. But somehow, în a weird way, I cry of pain, empathy and relief în the same time. Because I realize I’m not alone as we’re many în this shit together. Stay strong! I’m trying to…even if it’s damn hard.