The night is young, but these feelings are not. They have followed me all day long.
And as the sun goes down, so do my hopes of seeing that placating joy. Tonight I just feel so broken and empty. Sad and lost and alone. All for no good reason.
Why does it have to be this way??
__________________
Yes. Jesus is the reason I am still alive today.
Diagnoses:
MDD, BPD, PTSD, OCD, AN-BP
(I don't define myself by my personal alphabet up there, but I put it there so that maybe somebody won't feel so alone
)