So im a teenage girl growing up in the City. Faced with all the usual teenage drama: boys, make-up, mother-dearest, etc. And, Oh yeah. I'm bipolar.



Monday, 7 March 2011

I can't breathe

Last night I made a very poor attempt to end my life and get rid of this agony. It was the only way at the time. I was suffocating in a mental agony so great that I was physically writhing on the floor. So i tried to suffocate in reality to end the torture. I cannot escape it if its there in my mind and the only way to stop my mind is death.

But we won't run, we won't hide and I am fighting. I am fucking fighting hard for my life. I will fight to the death.

1 comment:

  1. You will get through this. Peace. Thinking of you and trying to send happy thoughts your way. I wish there was more I could say. x

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