Everyday I fight a war against myself.
A war to wake up.
A war to get out of bed.
A war to be grateful for having another day.
It's hard.
So, so hard.
It's easy for people to say they understand, and maybe to some extent they do.
But, do they know how it feels to be depressed, have low self esteem, have anxiety, and self image issues, be bipolar, struggle with self harm?
Do they know how it feels to be so uncomfortable in their own skin that they push people away from them?
Do they know how it feels to sit there and see your best friend, the person you're in love with, struggle with all the same things as you?
Or how it feels to not know how to help them without sounding like a hypocrite?
A war to wake up.
A war to get out of bed.
A war to be grateful for having another day.
It's hard.
So, so hard.
It's easy for people to say they understand, and maybe to some extent they do.
But, do they know how it feels to be depressed, have low self esteem, have anxiety, and self image issues, be bipolar, struggle with self harm?
Do they know how it feels to be so uncomfortable in their own skin that they push people away from them?
Do they know how it feels to sit there and see your best friend, the person you're in love with, struggle with all the same things as you?
Or how it feels to not know how to help them without sounding like a hypocrite?
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