told one of my friends i didnt feel like i was making any progress through my struggles at the moment and she said ‘you’re still alive and that is progress enough for now’ so excuse me while i go cry
i’ve spent 90% of my life wanting it to be over and i really thought i’d be better by now but i’m the worst i’ve ever been, i’ve just become really good at pretending i’m okay
i think the saddest part of my doctors appointment this week was when he asked me what had made me feel happy in the last two weeks and what im looking forward to in the next two weeks and i couldn’t name a single thing.