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It's not just other people we need to forgive. We need to forgive ourselves.

I can’t explain

One of the worst parts of mental illness is that it’s so hard to explain to other people.

Trying to describe what it’s like to have a mental illness is like trying to describe colours to someone who was born blind.

I can try to explain as many times as you need, but you don’t understand. Nobody does… I feel so alone. So isolated. So empty…

This life exhausts me......

Fernando Pessoa, from Un Soir à Lima; A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems (tr. by Richard Zenith)    

“I have thoughts in my head that can never be spoken.”

They’re destroying me

“its getting bad again but i don’t know if i have the motivation to stop it this time.”

— i thought i was done feeling like this

sorry i had to