This has quite possibly been the worst week in months, years, and I don't even know why. I'm just so... weak, maybe? I only managed an hour of sleep last night, and cut more and more. No matter what I do, I feel like someone's sitting on my chest, pushing against me, trying to suffocate me. I can't care about myself anymore, so I've tried to care about my friends, who are in therapy, but my closest friend isn't taking it well and it's just hurting me more. I don't know what to do. It's like there's a huge black cloud hanging over me, and it doesn't feel like letting me go. I'm moving away from my friends - my only real stability - in three months, and I couldn't even promise them that I wouldn't commit suicide after I left. How can I know whether or not I will? I'm so lost now, what's going to happen when my stability is gone?

I'm just ranting, looking for a few uplifting words.

No matter what, keep breathing.

Silentscream