It's a sensation of being afraid all the time but not even knowing what it is your afraid of. And it was at that point that I began to think it was just too painful to be alive and that he only reason not to kill ones self was to as not to hurt other people.
I'm in serious trouble and we need to something.
If I'm not the tough person who could make it through a concentration camp, than who am I? And if I have to take medication, is that medication making me more fully myself or is it making me someone else?
Is that I knew objectively speaking that I had a nice life and that if I could only get well there was something at the other end that was worth living for.
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