So I haven’t been here in a while. To be honest I am struggling. Chronic pain and depression do not mix. My mind goes to a dark place so quickly anymore that I feel like I am drowning.
How do I post ways to help people when I don’t feel I am worth helping? Am I a hypocrite? I have all of these things I want to say but my throat burns at the thought. The darkness that surrounds me clouds my mind of reason and wraps a blanket around me. There is no warmth, only a false sense of security. But in the moment it feels safe. But it’s a trick, and consciously I know that. It allows the darkness, the emptiness, to pull me further into its trap. I believe what it tells me: I am worthless, no one will listen, no one will care. Don’t fight it.
I can’t catch my breath, it’s too much.
I drag myself out of bed and try to paint a smile on my face. I remind myself that no one cares about my pain, my feelings…me. And that, sadly is what keeps me going. The reminder that when I am gone, no one will notice.
It comes in waves. I have moments of clarity. I know I am not as alone as I feel. The hugs from children are not out of pity but love. That I have the ability to make people laugh. That maybe someone would want to read this, even if it’s only 1 person.
Currently, my eyes are open. I am here. And for that I am grateful.
Take care of yourself.