Mental illness is no joke. I’ve been diagnosed with something that is eating me alive. I’m trying to hide from my family and friends because it’s taken over my mind. I wish I could run away from it but it’s inside me. I’m in a very dark place right now.
I am trying so hard to be the mom my kids once had, but I can’t function. I’m not hungry, I just want to sleep. What is happiness? I can’t feel it or see it anymore. I haven’t been happy for a while. All I want to do is cry. I want to run farway into the woods until my feet can’t move anymore.
Then I wake up and realize that is not logical. Everyone depends on me. I’m the rock in this family. I have to be an actress in my own life when I talk to people. I have to smile and pretend that I’m happy. I have to do it for my kids. I hope that tomorrow is a better day.