My tears are dry, the same way the rain dries up after having its own thunderstorm. I’ve broken down, now all I can do is stare at an empty wall. I feel nothing, yet, in some part of me I feel everything. This voice inside my head keeps me locked up under the bed sheets, I can’t find the courage to get up, I feel more alone than ever. Until, I thought of how I miss seeing sunsets or how I miss going to the mall with friends. I’ve been my own enemy, and now I have to be my own hero. I began to count all of my blessings, slowly I began to realize the beauty in life. Piece by piece I was able to get out of bed and enjoy life once again, how everything used to be. I overcame this, and I know one day, that you will too
Like so many others, I have a laundry list of complaints. I guess what’s really frustrating is that, though I have so many answers, I don’t seem to have the right ones. One of my biggest problems is that I have no one to talk to, no one who can listen or hold the space. My therapist couldn’t meet with me again this week, one of my few cherished sources of emotional support. But even with...
so i just recently moved back into my moms house, i am 17 but i moved out for a couple weeks cuz i am being verbally abused but its hard being back. I cant text my bf my phone is taken away and im stuck. i just feel trapped. like im stuck in this never ending spiral of shit