I'm mentally ill. I hate my life. I can't win. Life truly does suck. It's natural selection at the end of the day. Survival of the fittest type beat.
Every time I think I'm making progress, something pulls me back down. Every time I think maybe it's getting better, it gets worse. It's exhausting fighting a war nobody else can see. Day after day after day. For what?
I didn't ask for this. I didn't choose this brain. I didn't choose to wake up every morning and have to convince myself to keep going. Nobody would choose this.
Some days I have nothing left. No motivation. No hope. No fight. Just a body sitting in a room wondering why it's still here.
This is one of those days.
And if you're having one too — I don't have anything inspiring to say. I'm not going to tell you it gets better. I'm just going to tell you that you're not the only one sitting in that room.
That's all I've got today. I want out of this game of life.