Nothing more to add really!
It's an ongoing battle, a cry for a nice word of understanding. A hug or reassurance to tell me he's here for me!
Instead it's always my fault, I don't do anything to change my situation, I don't listen to doctors (!!!), I only do what I want and as of today it's even wrong to look photo albums (typical sign of depression I'm told) because who does that????!!!!!
My mother is the same, cold and heartless person who, I believe, would rather bury me than be dead herself!
Every day I just have less and less desire to be here
It's an ongoing battle, a cry for a nice word of understanding. A hug or reassurance to tell me he's here for me!
Instead it's always my fault, I don't do anything to change my situation, I don't listen to doctors (!!!), I only do what I want and as of today it's even wrong to look photo albums (typical sign of depression I'm told) because who does that????!!!!!
My mother is the same, cold and heartless person who, I believe, would rather bury me than be dead herself!
Every day I just have less and less desire to be here
