Mental illness is like fighting a war where the enemyβs strategy is to convince you that the war isnβt actually happening.
I just got into one of these i-dont-know-if-i-will-make-it-phases. Again.
βI am happy. Iβm happy with you, like this. Itβs my way of being happy.β
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Some of us killed our happiness at a young age by deciding to love and please others more than ourselves.
You called me lazy without knowing I was busy trying to keep myself alive
i wish i could pause life and lay in bed for 3 months and just catch my breath
I feel drained by my own existence, trapped in a mind I canβt control, lost in a life that doesnβt seem to be mine.