I went to the psychiatric emergency room this afternoon because I have the brutal combination of being wicked anxious and at the same time doing a nosedive into the deepest, darkest of voids one can imagine. I want so badly to drive a knife through my heart. Â Not because I want to die, but because I want to live. Ever feel like your entire chest cavity, especially your heart, is being cinched tighter and tighter, bringing more pain with each breath? I need to stab my chest to let some of that out.
It’s so hard, living in order to spare others the pain. It sucks […]