"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
still kind of in disbelief that I actually took this picture. The sinkhole’s water was 150 feet deep and had a ledge that you could dive off of from halfway up. Probably the best experience of my life.
I’m getting into my same old routine.
Hating myself for no apparent reason.
Hiding in the bath to get away,
Hoping the next cuts will be deeper today.
Killing myself in different sorts of ways.
The thing is no one cares
I’ve not once received any sort of reinsurance.
So I dig myself a deeper hole of self hate and depression for the demons to eat inside out.
Eventually they win and I lose.