I don’t want to slip into the darkness that is depression.
I don’t want to start cutting again.
I don’t want to drown in the tears of my sorrowful thoughts.
I have to change my circumstances.
I have to change my environment.
I need love.
I need comfort.
I need acceptance.
I often ask myself how I got to this point, exactly when did I become this version of myself. I hate it.
I wish I could vacation from myself.
But writing this is a breathtaking calm and I will be okay… eventually.