I wish I wasn’t sick. I wish I didn’t think about killing myself. I wish mental sickness was taken more seriously. I wish I could function.
There is no way to accurately describe the immense effect mental illness has.
It saturates every pore of your being
It has completely destroyed me.
Sweet relief. Heard from the boy and he’s fine.
He’s not so good with words, but it seems he hopes to be with me for the long run.