I would love it if my depression and anxiety just vanished. Instead I'm sitting here hoping I'll be able to get some sleep soon, thinking about how excruciatingly lonely these conditions make me because people don't want to deal with them.
I mean, I don't blame them, but, there's more to me if people would ever give me a chance. Once in a blue moon, someone steps up to the plate only to find out it's way more than they expected so they leave, and it makes me feel worse than ever because someone who actually wanted to help me changed their mind.
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