My depression is overwhelming today. It’s hard just to breathe. I do not want to exist. I have never wanted to exist. As a small child, I asked a mall Santa to die. Things got situationally better for a while, but I have never, even at the best of times, wanted to actually live.
Now, I’m in a cycle of continuous emotional and professional abuse. I am so beaten down that I can’t escape. Every decision I make just pushes me deeper into the fire. And that’s the way it feels. It used to feel like I was drowning on dry land. Now, it feels like I’m […]