One of the worst parts of mental illness is that it’s so hard to explain to other people.
Trying to describe what it’s like to have a mental illness is like trying to describe colours to someone who was born blind.
I can try to explain as many times as you need, but you don’t understand. Nobody does… I feel so alone. So isolated. So empty…
"The thoughts are slowly winning and I'm scared of what I might do once it does."
— something your suicidal friend would never admit to you
Everyone forgets about me, I feel so replaceable.
If I died today, nobody would notice…
One day this will kill me and I can't wait for that day to come.
“I have thoughts in my head that can never be spoken.”
They’re destroying me
Too many… maybe
When you've been cutting for the last 2 years but only in fingertips and for the first time go onto the wrist and the guilt and the satisfaction hits you like a truck is just 🌟🌟