It’s at the point where it’s just easier to say “I’m alright.” Rather than tell the horrid truth.
When it comes down to it, I don’t think I’ll ever find another soul on this wretched earth who truly, really, understands what I say when I explain what goes on in my head. I can try to explain, but words are never enough.
My thoughts collide at such speed and force that I can’t keep up, and it’s awfully tiring to try to cope with. There’s a rational side of me that tells me I will be fine, that I can stand this and that I do deserve this life. But then there’s the deep, dark voices. They say the opposite, they say it’s time to give up if you can’t get better and if you can’t give up? Then be quiet. Suffer in eternal silence.