I love this drawing, but I hate it. I love how the artist has captured mental illness perfectly. I hate what it represents and illustrates - because it illustrates my everyday struggle. I want to hang this picture on my wall. I want to carry it around with me, and when people ask whats wrong or where I’ve been or what has been happening, I just want to hand it to them. This disease cannot be described in words, but this illustration has pretty much summed a big part of it up.
this brought me to tears
Sorry for the quality it was the video but the message is the important thing.
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Literally what is the point of life?
I actually have to battle with my self every fucking single day and literally what is the fucking point. Like im not sad or angry anymore. Emotion switch has been off for some time. But like what is my actual purpose in life? To feel like utter shit everyday? Well I suppose id be getting at least that right.
As life goes on its truly hard for me to figure out why i am here, what is my calling, i always feel so alone, watching others finding out what they want in life and getting everything easy, weather its a job, love, loosing weight, ext, everything has got me depressed. I know i’m not the only one out there, i just wish there was some one like me i could talk to.
I genuinely would find more pleasure in stabbing my self in the eye repeatedly than be living at home.
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