"My own body's waging war on me." - Tyler Joseph, 'Blasphemy'.

It's all gotten so bad that I have a difficult time knowing what real and what's my mind's sadistic concoction. It's troubling enough that driving is difficult, for no other reason than I wish so much to "pull the steering wheel" into some wall going eighty, or maybe off of a cliff. Taking my meds is difficult because I always think, "I wonder how many it would take to..." I'm sure you can fill in the blank. I'm tired of being terrified of my reflection, my shadow and more than anything: Myself.

I'm tired of this constant war inside of me. I'm tired of "fighting the good fight" with nothing to show for it, other than even more layers of insanity.

I'm just...tired.