Journal

I'm starting to see my depression and anxiety as a ridiculous thing.  It doesn't make it go away but I'm just getting so sick of it.  I have moments of clarity where I see it for what it is and I'm just so frustrated that it comes back anyway and clouds my mind so thoroughly.

I'm also having moments of feeling so clingy and in need of people and others where I just want to hide from them all.

I haven't wanted to come back here because I've just been too depressed.  Reading the depression support group is especially depressing...lol yes I see the irony.

I don't know how much this place can help me.  I guess writing is a small release but I don't even know.

so fucked up and broken

starting scratching myself without thinking about it and i really want to cut

im making someone i love hate me and it feels like the worst thing in the world

and i just feel out of control