I hate depression.
I hate chronic illness and pain.
I hate waking up sick.
I hate feeling anxious and frightened upon waking.
I hate knowing I have much to be grateful for and that not being enough.
I hate thinking propelling myself off a building or cliff is what I should do and thinking it repeatedly.
I hate knowing I am the only one who can change my life, yet feeling I barely have enough energy to breathe and get through the day.
I hate being miserable and wafting that misery wherever I go.
I hate that there aren’t anti depressants to help me.
I hate crying day after day after day.
I hate the knots in my stomach and body, chunks of anxiety and pain.
I hate feeling like I come up against a brick wall everywhere I turn.
I hate knowing there are people who care for me and not being able to take more strength and pleasure in that.
I hate feeling like a broken record.
I hate feeling my life is pointless.
I am SO INCREDIBLY tired of this and I hate not knowing what to do any longer.