I feel tired, unimportant, useless, empty and alone. I’m not sure how to cope anymore. I’m back at this dark place; the place I dread the most. And I feel like I am no longer able to get out of it.
I’ve had moments where this sadness faded away and I was able to feel emotions that I thought had died long ago inside me, but I’ve become paranoid and hopeless, and even the idea of perspective doesn’t help me. I try counting all the good things in my life: I have shelter and food and a family, yet all of that pales in comparison to the fact that I am alone and ill.
But I will keep fighting, because one day, I want to help others like me, and one day, I want to be able to hold somebodies hand and tell them that there is a way out.
