A New Day – TW
I’m back home, for which I am thankful. But, I’m sad. I’m so sad that my heart hurts. My chest hurts.
I am anxious. And I am very depressed. And I’ve thought about how I could hang myself. But, there’s nothing that I could hang myself on, so there’s no worries there. What I am concerned about, why my thoughts are this vicious. Why I am so sad that my heart is hurting, hurts me.
I forgot my pills last night, but one dose should not hurt me this bad. But I hurt, and I have no one to turn to right now. I texted my mom, and all she can say is “I’m sorry.”
What else can she say?
I’m sorry you feel this way. I’m sorry that I feel this way. And I’m sorry that my thoughts are so violent. And I’m sorry that I can’t be better today.