tuesday, february 18th 2020. 4:25pm.
i know nobody chooses to be this way, nobody wants to be this way. i certainly don’t. but i can’t help it, i’m in this never-ending hole of depression. i’ve been to the hospital, i’ve been to therapy. i thought everything would be okay once i got into therapy. some days start off okay, just me dreading to open my eyes and wake up. but something small happens and i start overthinking about it and it just — ends up me wanting to relapse. i don’t have anybody i trust to talk to about this. i’m alone.