What Hurts The Most

The pain inside me I can’t explain. The balm I use to ease my suffering has been watered down. When my tears fall I hear “Jesus Christ!” and “God damn it!” from the chair next to me. I feel shamed, chastised and worthless. Why can’t it be recognized? Why can’t anyone say “We hear you, we know it’s tough right now and you’re scared but we love you.” I get sworn at or hung up on instead. Is it that difficult? Am I that difficult? If they dislike me that much I really don’t want to know.

About darie73

I have lived with Bipolar Disorder since my early teens. I have lived with Social Anxiety Disorder for even longer. I self-medicated with alcohol for over 20 years, that's how long it took to get a diagnosis. I'm open and honest about my mental health so hopefully one day the system will change. View all posts by darie73

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