Battle with my Mind.
- Jan 11, 2022
- 2 min read
Updated: Jan 15, 2022
Yesterday, I felt like ending it all cause my mind tells me life isn't worth living… So, I just kept myself tuck on the bed, with my thoughts loudly saying, “It won't get better, and it will always feel this way.” “You're all alone, and you don't deserve to feel loved because of what you've gone through.” “Everyone hates you.” “You are a burden.”
I felt like I was drowning while everyone is living their life like everything is fine. I felt overwhelmed by the darkness that my mind brought me — I hurt myself, drank a lot of painkillers just so I could numb the pain — yet nothing seems to help, and it felt like a never-ending cycle of being okay for a while and the next day, without noticing, I already had a relapse.
I didn't know how to explain my dark thoughts so I just kept everything to myself until I just exploded and was all over the place. I couldn't keep myself together. I knew I really needed help because I'm scared of myself and what I might do if I'm left alone with my thoughts.
Today, it feels so different, I thought to myself maybe it does get better so let me keep going…
I felt like I shouldn't feel this way because I have so much to be grateful for. Unknowingly, I was already invalidating and hurting myself by not accepting that there might be so much more to what I'm feeling. So, I would decide to leave things until TOMORROW.






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