I wish I could feel ok.
I wish someone could see through all the bullshit and see that I'm not ok.
I wish I was normal.
I wish this emptiness did feel so HEAVY.
I wish I could talk about how I feel and have someone just comfort me instead of acting like I do this for pity or attention.
Why does EVERYTHING hurt?
What is wrong with me?
Why am I never good enough?
Why am I always so alone?
I wish I were dead.
What's the point of living like this?
Why live when I bring nothing but negativity to everyone's life?
Red is such a pretty color.
Nothing matters, especially me.
I'm pissed that I'm too much of a coward to end it.
I just want to be loved for who I am, not who they want me to be.
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Ashlee Soptick
Just a girl trying to get through life.
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Depression and Anxiety
Photo by Sydney Sims on Unsplash Depression and anxiety are two of the most well-known mental disorders in our society today. Anxiety affects roughly 40 million adults in the US (about 18.1 percent of our population) every year. Depression affected roughly 16.1 million adults in the US (about 6.7 percent of our population) in 2015 alone. This doesn't include the millions of children and teens who are also diagnosed every year or the multitudes of people who go undiagnosed.
By Ashlee Soptick7 years ago in Psyche
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