normalize saying “unfortunately you’re no longer a safe person for me and I refuse to continually sacrifice my nervous system to make you feel comfortable”
I stopped telling people when my mental health starts slipping again. Once I heard someone say how exhausting it is to love someone with depression and anxiety, it stayed with me. I never want to feel like I’m draining the people I care about while I’m barely keeping myself afloat. So I go quiet. I carry it alone. Not because I want to, but because being seen as a burden hurts more than the silence.
I’m so embarrassed by all the pathetic and desperate shit I’ve done in an attempt to feel loved, and I’m more embarrassed that nothing has ever worked.
depression isn't just crying, laying in bed and faking a smile. It's also being really mean to the people you love, not feeling real, intrusive thoughts, anxiety, panic attacks, having no energy to respond to anyone and having a hard time keeping loved ones in your life
nowhere.
Five months later, the new guy proposed.
I said yes.
The moment I left, my ex started crying, begging, and calling me a user.
A user?
You watched me wait 3 years for a ring and suddenly I'm the villain because someone else gave me in 5 months what you couldn't