13,394 Days Alive
909 Days Straight on Duolingo
I spent forty seven minutes on hold with 211 today. That’s the local suicide prevention hotline. I tried going to a local crisis center but they turned me away and told me to call 211.
I’m so disheartened. And depressed. And struggling. I couldn’t drive my roommate and I to the grocery store this evening. I couldn’t go pick up my meds because I wasn’t sure I was safe behind the wheel.
I don’t want to die. I want the pain, the everything to stop. The exhaustion. The absolute end-of-my-rope feeling.
I’m out of spoons.
Take your meds, folks.