I have such horrible fear/anxiety in my chest. So afraid. Afraid of getting partially better but not *really* better. Afraid of being "safe" but just as sad and hopeless inside. I think I'm more afraid of being outwardly/slightly better than I am of destroying myself. Does this make any sense at all to anyone but me? Because the real pain isn't these cuts or the danger I put myself in, it's this stabbing aching emptiness in my heart.



But I'm more afraid of ending up halfway better.