To everyone around me I probably seem fine.
But little do they know, that every minute of every day I’m fighting the quelling urge to end my life.
That all someone needs to do is mention a name, or say a single hurtful thing for me to fall into the scary clutches of depression.
That I’m tired of fighting because I have nothing left to fight for.
It may sound dramatic, but each one of us have an extend till where we can take all of life’s curve balls but when that limit gets crossed over and again it becomes a million times harder than ever to find hope, to believe, to fight, to stand up for yourself.
After a certain point, you face such an endless loop of hopeless emotional trauma that you just can’t hold on anymore, there’s nothing to do but give up.