The absolute worst thing that happens to me is explaining to my young nephews and nieces why I can’t be happy. It’s hard to explain to them why I can’t just snap out of it. I feel like I’m letting them down, and it’s heartbreaking.
I try to be strong for them, but it’s hard to hide my sadness. I can tell they can sense something is wrong, and it’s hard to look into their eyes and not be able to tell them the truth.
I try to keep busy and focus on the positive things in life, but it’s hard when I’m constantly battling my own mind. I can’t seem to find joy in anything, and it’s like I’m stuck in a never-ending cycle of despair.
I feel so alone, even when I’m surrounded by people. I can’t seem to connect with anyone, and it’s like I’m living in a void. I feel like I’m stuck in an invisible prison, and I can’t escape.
I’m constantly battling myself, and it’s exhausting. I’m trying to stay strong and find a way out of this darkness, but it’s hard to remain hopeful when everything seems so bleak. I’m just trying to make it through each day, and I’m hoping for a better tomorrow.
