I wanted to keep positive but unfortunately this mask is really wearing me off.
I would love to tell you all that it’s all ok and fill you all up with hope. Unfortunately I’m very bad again. I don’t feel anxious. I feel lost. I feel gone. I feel that I can’t change my world and I can’t change who I am.
I only have five hours left to my morning alarm. I’m dreadful. Crying in my bed tears of a crocodile! I haven’t been crying so hard and so painfully for long long time. This pain inside me kills me. Rips my chest...