Today I had a down. I couldnt get up from my couch. Just ate bread for dinner. Was forced to put away dishes, and i had a moment where I couldnt stop looking at the knives, I was figdeting with my hand so I dont grab one and slit my wrist. It was so fucking hard. My siblings were there and I wanted to do something to kill myself, I was this close. I couldnt stop thinking about it.
And my family always ask, βThat time of the month?β
Im over it.
I am getting a shit ton of back acne because all I am doing is laying down. - person who posted this.