So Many Tears, So Little Hope

*Trigger warning: suicidal ideation* The past while has been particularly tearful and particularly hopeless; the first stemming from the latter alongside my final admission to myself that it would be sad for me if I died (I never allow myself to feel sadness or any other negative emotions unless it is for other people or… Continue reading So Many Tears, So Little Hope

The Morning that Never Starts

Days like this are in many ways the most painful for me. I don’t know if that’s irrational or weak or sensible or what – what I do know is that it’s so difficult as to feel unbearable and inescapable. This morning I sat in bed for 2 hours, willing myself with every fibre of… Continue reading The Morning that Never Starts