No matter what changes I make, no matter what I do differently, I come home and feel sad.
It's not a lonely sad, the thought of being with someone right now makes me weary.
It feels like an "I'm stuck" sad. An "I will never feel better as long as I'm here" sad.
I am mentally exhausted with this constant anxiety.
I am physically worn out from too much sleep.
I have no motivation, no drive, and I feel completely alone.
I'm tired of the panic attacks.
I'm tired of trying to feel good, or feel better; I shouldn't have to work to feel normal.
I don't know what else I can do.
What's left?
Girrrl. this makes me so sad for you.
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