Do what I do. Hold tight and pretend it’s a plan!
So, I don't really have anywhere to talk about this.
I am suffering from some pretty serious depression and anxiety right now. I live with a mother who suffers from the same, and is on a ton of meds because of it. I know the symptoms, both in myself and in others. I know it's not good.
I don't really eat. I barely sleep. I can't seem to get through a full day at work without breaking down crying. I'm drinking too much. Nothing interests me, nothing helps. My best coping mechanisms are now useless, and I just can't help but wonder if it's even worth fighting anymore.
I'm exhausted, both mentally and physically, and more and more I find myself wondering if it wouldn't be easier to just end it all.
Sure, some people would be sad for a while, but then they would get over it, move on with their lives. And I would finally NOT be in pain, NOT be exhausted, NOT have to fight just to make it through another day.
We’re all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?