12,451 Days Alive
It’s hard having suicidal thoughts.
I have the endless mental radio of negative thoughts that plays in my head. Endlessly. Sometimes quietly, barely audible.
And then there are days where I can barely make it through the day without breaking down in tears.
I’m not… actively suicidal. I have no plans to take a permanent solution to a temporary feeling. Passive. Exhausted. Stressed.
It doesn’t help that life has turned turtle just a bit, to yoink a phrase from Mary Poppins Returns. All will be well.
I just have to keep going. Even when I don’t want to.
I need to go to bed. I just want sleep.
Take your meds, folks.
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