I started this tumblr account because I thought I was on my way to being stable. Now it seems sad that I am simply writing about how bad I feel. I guess its all the same really. I wanted to write about mental health with optimism but now I think its all a bit of a joke. There’s nothing nice to write about the way I feel and there’s no good way to describe the way I think.
This hole is a shitty one and now that I’m stuck in it, its really quite impossible to get out. I thought that I could for a while. Everyone told me that positive thinking was the best way out of where I am so I got sick of being locked in a psychiatric unit and went along with their advise. It didn’t work though.
Lets face the facts, nobody knows how to help me. They don’t even know how I can help myself. I have so much more to live for than I used to and my parents are trying much harder. I guess that’s the depressing thing. Even though I’ve now got everything I wished of having, I still feel just as depressed as I always have.