Being isolated has always served as my barrier to protect myself. I put on whatever face the situation dictates and function as required. The only person I truly talk to in real life is my T. Tonight I realized how alone I really am.

Anonymously calling support lines and filling the pages of my journal with all the things I keep hidden from the world.

My T blew me off today, I can't get in for a med check with my doctor for another week, and I can't get over the desperate thoughts that no one really knows me.

I guess I don't even know me.

How do you know if the coping skills you are using to keep yourself safe are really hurting you in the end?

I'm alone and I'm scared and I don't know how to stop this feeling.