Sometimes I Wish I Never Could Think Because Its All I Do Now. All Day Long Its Me Overthinking About

sometimes I wish I never could think because it’s all I do now. all day long it’s me overthinking about everything or just me thinking about things I really just don’t want to think about. my brain is like a swarm of flies that never goes away.

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People talk about wanting to recover so that they can re-gain their old selves, their old passions, their old interests

What do you do when you don't have an old self to go back to and re-gain? There wasn't a 'me' before mental illness or if there was I don't remember them

When you start struggling with your mental health at a young age, it becomes all that you know and your identity can become distorted around it

Now I'm an adult who has no idea what they like, what they enjoy or even how to comfort themselves

What am I supposed to do with myself and how am I supposed to find reasons to recover when it feels like drowning is all I know?

hey you.

yeah you.

it’s okay to cry, it means you’re feeling.

It means you’re alive.

I knew that coming “home” was going to be hard but I didn’t expect to lose my ability to feel in less than 72 hours.

I feel like I need to cry but I’m so numb no tears will come. I miss my real home.

i keep thinking i’ve hit rock bottom until i find out there’s a deeper pit to fall into. its like im constantly falling in a giant, deep, dark pit and i dont know where the end of it is. i dont know if i’ll ever get out. i dont know if i’ll ever stop falling.