At the End of the Universe
The pain will kill me, but it won't.
By dominic mitchellPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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Telling myself everyday that it is going to get better is not working
I wish just one day for it all to be gone
the depression
the anxiety
the hatred toward myself
all I'm asking is for one full day
a full 24 hours of freedom,
from myself
I know that in the future
I will get “better”
I will suck it up
I will ask for help
(from someone who thinks they know what is wrong with my head)
but not right now.
right now, I don't want to be even more depressed by going to a therapist everyday
having then tell me how “sad” really I am
when I've known since I was 12
I just want to figure it out on my own
the pain will kill me, but it won’t
I know that now
I wish I could tell my younger self to put it down.
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