lately i’m in constant turmoil. i need attention. i’m not getting it. i feel worn and dry, failure after failure.
the good news is i finally got diagnosed; persistent depression, generalized anxiety, and social anxiety. i’ve been a little obsessed with my diagnoses but they have been so close to me all these years without ever being fully present or known. and now they are.
i’m trying but i’m so close to hurting myself again. i don’t want to bother others with it. i feel like it’s not cared for, anyways, or if i even do resort to that i’ll only be met with anger. i feel trapped.
i’m in a great place but i feel so many sorrows.