Living is getting harder
I don’t even know why I’m here typing this but I have to get it out of my chest. The last few weeks have been the hardest since this year started. I tried to convince my dad that I should go to therapy but he is literally saying it’s nothing and that I’m lying. So the past few weeks i’ve been keeping these emotions for myself and they’re starting to eat me up. I do have a few people I could talk to but I don’t want to burden them. Hope someone can relate to this.
not the same but i just went through a breakup. we were together for three years and we were going to get married. they were abusive to me and i have a lot of trauma (aside from childhood trauma). but i’m in denial and i’m in love with them. they took all of our friends and i live a state away from any of my family. i feel incredibly isolated and like i have no one to talk to. i’ve been in my apartment, in bed for like two months straight except for last week. i had an appointment everyday and burnt myself out and missed a very important surgery. so here i am, in bed. wallowing in sadness and loneliness. i try to reach out but i feel so toxic and draining. i feel everything i touch turns to shit and it’s probably better if i keep myself inside but i would give anything to have some sense of purpose or drive. i’m barely making it through tonight. but you’re not alone.
