Tell me it gets easier

Tell me one day I’ll wake up and you won’t be the first thought on my mind. Tell me I won’t check my phone for a text from you. Tell me every song on the radio won’t remind me of you. Tell me one day your name won’t be the first that appears in my mind anything happens. Tell me I won’t spend my days worrying about you. Tell me I’ll find someone who will make me feel, the way you made me feel. Tell me I’m not completely broken beyond repair. I know you’re moving on and it’s all over. But i’m scared it won’t ever really be over, not for me anyway. I’m scared that no matter how hard I try I’ll never find anyone who loves me the way you did. I know our love was highly dysfunctional, but that is the only kind of love I’ve ever know. Perhaps, it is the only kind of love I will ever deserve.

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I don’t think I’m coping

As hard as this is to write, I’m not ok. I’m overwhelmed with sadness and don’t want to face the world but I know I’m going to have to.

It all started last week when I opened my eyes last week but the first that came into my mind was “I wish I never lived to wake up”. I’ve spent years battling with my mental state of mind, Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to die. Not really.. but living like this isn’t working for me anymore. I’ve spent years in therapy, trying various medications and I honestly can not cope anymore. The constant spiral of going downhill and having to scrape what is left of me off the sides of my corpse just to get back up and fall into feeling like this within a matter of weeks. I’m not living and right now and I’m not sure I’m coping. The worst thing is nothing has even happened, it’s just the way I am. Unable to function without having various meltdowns on a monthly basis. I’m tired feeling like this. I need space. I feel as though I am suffocating, the worst part is I am the one suffocating myself. I need space from myself.

I don’t want this post to alarm anyone, I know I’ll be fine. I feel stupid and ungrateful for even feeling this way.

Searching for me

We are always told to ‘be yourself’. But who do you be when you don’t actually know who you are? Life has a funny way of reminding you of your lack of identity. Why is it that most days I can’t think of a single activity I genuinely enjoy? The things that used to make me smile, no longer do. I used to have a spring in my step, now I focus on not falling as I walk. When did I go from a bright vivavious girl to someone who struggles to get out of bed after 12 hours of sleep? it’s a shocking realisation, admittedly embarrassing. I can’t help but feel as though my entire existence is a combination of letting everyone down. Most days, a fake smile is too much to ask of me. Working on overcoming all of these issues is something I hope I can successfully achieve through writing. I know my writing isn’t the best but if I can be honest with myself on here, I figure it could help me discover who I really am. I guess this blog is a search for me, here’s to hoping there’s something left to find.