I am alive, but I don’t think I’m living.
My physical wants to, my mental says I’m too scared to.
I’ve never been more terrified of myself, I’ve never hated myself more than I do right now. My brain is on self destruct.
No-no, I’m not contemplating suicide. I have a beautiful 3 year old who depends on me. She’s depending on me to get better.
It’s roughly $200/month for my medication. Every 3 months it’s $100 to go see my doctor to refill them. I’m uninsured.
This is America, I could be the statistic. See why people choose to just die?
I’m jobless, uninsured, car is broken, and yet I’m still alive.
But still I’m not living.
I want to not think about the what if’s, the future, the past. I want to live in the now.
I want to live.
I want to travel and meet other girls from this site.
I want to go to California and feel the sand in my toes.
I don’t want to be rich and famous.
I want to just be better.
I promise, despite what’s going on in my brain, I am my own worst enemy,
But I want to live.