This is a Really Real Mental Health post.
This time last year I was intensely suicidal. I was tired of fighting the thoughts that so often wanted to kill me. I was tired of being in pain.
I was tired.
This year, comparatively, I’m doing really well. I don’t really get all that suicidal all that often. My pain is somewhat controlled. I’m relatively stable.
I am tired.
I’m tired of being inside. I’m tired of not going to the gym. I’m tired of missing my friends. I’m tired of hearing about people who aren’t even trying. I’m tired of working. I’m tired of avoiding the world.
And this time I know I’m not alone. I know there are lots of us that are tired.
And it’s still not fair.
None of us deserve this right now. None of us were prepared for it. None of us should have to learn to live with it.
But most of us are learning to live with it. We are doing what we’re supposed to do.
Those that aren’t, piss me off. The more we leave our houses the longer this will take, and it’s going to take a long while as it is.
Stay the fuck home.
I’m tired of living in this world even though I’m not tired of living.
I’m tired of not being able to write because there’s no life to write about.
I am tired.