Just looking for some help and encouragement here. As most of you know, I have 2 broken feet since Feb 5th and I am slowly starting worth. Nevertheless, Life was going super well; my new meds finally proved to work and I was feeling "normal". However, just as things were getting better for the first time, life hit me with a huge down
My brother left school and said things that he shouldn't have without any harmful intentions and landed himself in the psychiatric unit. This is especially heartbreaking because he knows how hard it is, after seeing me go through it.
Since then, I have seem to lost my happiness, joy, and all hope.
Every day I struggle to control my impulse. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying that life's good, but it's just really hard.
At this point, I'm wondering why I fight so hard to survive. I'm slowly losing hope....
To end on a good note, because I was crying hysterically, my mom listened to my struggles and offered to make me tea, and my dad took me outside, and my mom called my siblings to try to stay quiet so I can calm down.
I hope everyone is doing well.PM me if you ever want to talk to need someone to talk to.
Thanks.