And at this stage, I am left in a state of uncertainty.
It hurts to see the ones you love fall, but when it happens when you’re in the same place yourself, it hurts a hell of a lot more. I think this is because you have a slight insight into how they’re feeling, and when you’re mentally ill, you never want anyone to feel like you have and still do.
But I’m uncertain because everything is everchanging, so I don’t know how to fix myself, let alone anyone else when I’ve no idea what’s truly going through their heads.
I understand what I’ve said may be slightly contradictory, but it’s how it is. There’s times when you know what to say and times when you don’t know what to do or say.
But the latter is becoming a lot more frequent as everyone ages, and I can’t stand it.