No one understands the pain I feel, the crippling loneliness and severe lack of self worth.

I am starting to believe the problem lies within, much to my displeasure. 

Riddled with nightmares and flashbacks, and though medicated for this exact reason – they return. 

I feel as though I have no purpose in this life, and in turn, I lose my will to live.

I wouldn’t end it all, that’s just completely out of the question due to my nature, but the thoughts of doing so flood my brain.

I just want it all to stop.

I just wish it didn’t happen.

I just want a fucking reason to live.

About zedmondson

Zoe. 22. Australia. I'm writing to share my experiences with Bipolar Disorder with others. I believe in fighting stigma surrounding mental illness. I believe in being able to wear my heart on my sleeve; or on my blog. And I believe in myself. That's what my blog is all about. Hope you enjoy x View all posts by zedmondson

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