the hardest part about letting go
ive been diagnosed with severe depression, since i was 12 years old. it was about a year into my addiction to self-harm when my parents found out and took me to a psychiatrist. i’ve been severely bullied since i was 9, it went on for years, and it was relentless.
i’m 19 now, almost 20 actually. ive been trying hard to heal. imagine the pain i felt when i went to the clinic again to see where my mind is at, just to hear that i still have severe depression. my heart practically stopped beating for a moment, knowing that i can no longer afford therapy or medication.
you would think after all this effort it would get better, but there are so many times where i feel like it would just be so much easier to leave this world. i try to hold onto these tiny strings of hope, i try to imagine the life i would miss out if i made the mistake of leaving too soon. it works. it keeps me alive a little longer, just enough until i feel everything creeping in again.
every time i wanted to leave, i would force myself to write personalise goodbye letters to the people i care about and it breaks my heart each time to think about not being to spend another moment with them.
i’d like to pretend that my life is going okay. that i’m getting somewhere, slowly but surely. i tried to break my havit of selfharm but just when i think ive done it, i find out that i’ve been inflicting pain on myself in some other way.