If it wasn’t going to hurt everyone else so much, I’d be gone by now. And that’s the weird thing. It’s so selfish but I’m not selfish so I can’t do that. Try and explain your struggles and people just say “it’ll be alright. You got this. It’ll get better” and I’m so fucking over it. I feel like I’m in a yearly cycle. Things get too much and I can’t cope. I’m fucking drowning. I just wish I could go back to that place where it was all fine. Because it isn’t fine anymore. I can remember there being a point where I didn’t get overwhelmed and never thought there was only one way out but I can’t remember it at the same time. I remember that this is a new thing, a few years sort of new but I can’t remember how it felt. How it felt to be on top of everything and to not completely buckle under pressure.
I get so scared, I feel like I’m slipping all the time, I might not be but that is how it feels. Like everything is an upward battle but I’ve got no grip, I can just about hold on but I can’t get any higher up, I can’t get up and over the edge. I just keep slipping down and every now and then manage to inch up but I will always slip miles down.
When does it stop?
I should be happy. Things are good but I can’t shake this.


























