My mental health is getting the best of me again.
I can feel myself slowly slipping away from my old self.
I don't know why I have these sudden days of pure hatred for myself and this life I live.
It's like someone just turns on a switch in my mind and I'm a completely different person, someone I don't even recognize.
Crazy how the one time you're suppose to be at your all time happiest, is the time you seem at your all time low.
I feel like giving up, of just finally surrendering myself to this depression.
But I know once I do that, it's the most difficult hole to dig myself out of, if I even survive it.
And most people don't... survive that is.
I want to survive for you.
For this unborn child I grow in my womb every single day.
But my god, it's so fucking hard.
It's so hard to laugh, to smile, to fake it when all I really want to do is just die.
I prayed this morning that God take away my pain, that he eases such dark thoughts from my mind, after all he's done it once before.
One day.
One day everything will make sense, everything will be okay.
One day at a time, my dear.
That's how you survive.
Just one single moment at a time.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
