I feel like I could just post an empty thread, and it would completely reflect everything I'm feeling.
I feel empty. Devoid of anything. Hollow. Going through the motions.
I find that lately, more than ever before, I'm living in suicide mode. Each day I wake up wondering if this will be the day that sends me over the edge. Some days I wake up hoping that this will be the day that sends me over the edge.
I'm trying to hold on to the hope that things won't always be like this, that I still don't even have a diagnosis let alone proper medication, that a whole lot of therapy can change things, but I get so caught up wondering if it's really fixable and if I'll ever have any quality of life.
Yesterday was a great day. Awesome day. Today, I am low, hollow, and empty. It just changes, constantly, for no real good reason.
This morning, I found a bunch of poems I wrote in high school, starting in grade eight. They were all about suicide. I'm now in my mid-thirties, and having the same thoughts as I was in grade eight, over 20 years ago.
I need to find hope, but I feel like I've been looking for it my whole life and it still eludes me.
I feel empty. Devoid of anything. Hollow. Going through the motions.
I find that lately, more than ever before, I'm living in suicide mode. Each day I wake up wondering if this will be the day that sends me over the edge. Some days I wake up hoping that this will be the day that sends me over the edge.
I'm trying to hold on to the hope that things won't always be like this, that I still don't even have a diagnosis let alone proper medication, that a whole lot of therapy can change things, but I get so caught up wondering if it's really fixable and if I'll ever have any quality of life.
Yesterday was a great day. Awesome day. Today, I am low, hollow, and empty. It just changes, constantly, for no real good reason.
This morning, I found a bunch of poems I wrote in high school, starting in grade eight. They were all about suicide. I'm now in my mid-thirties, and having the same thoughts as I was in grade eight, over 20 years ago.
I need to find hope, but I feel like I've been looking for it my whole life and it still eludes me.