My partner was my only reason I got out of bed every day, and this morning I woke up to a long series of messages explaining how much he hates me and doesn’t want me around.
I wish I could live for myself, but I don’t have that much strength.
I was living for him. And now what?
I’ll stay alive for my family and friends, because I don’t want to hurt them. But they don’t make me feel happy. They don’t give me purpose.
My therapist doesn’t help. At all.
I used to be an artist, I used to volunteer with children and do all these amazing things.
But I […]