#3 - Bad Days
So I’ve been having a lot of bad days lately. Days where I creep closer and closer to deciding to end everything. Days where I keep hurting myself because it makes me feel just a little bit better for a second. And I know that upping my antidepressant will most likely help with all of this. But that means I need to go back to my doctor and get them to increase the dosage because I’m currently on the lowest dose. It doesn’t really seem to be helping my depression and my anxiety is significantly worse.
My family is noticing that I’m not the ‘happy, go-with-all-their-bullshit’ person I usually pretend to be. I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay and that everything they do doesn’t annoy the fuck out of me. Especially when my brother is the most self-centred, pig-headed, selfish arsehole there is, who does no chores around the house unless asked to a million times and even then he probably won’t do it. And my mother likes to completely fucking ignore me and start conversations with my brother whilst I’m talking to her, and does barely a god damn thing around the house.

















