It’s started again, that feeling, that absent feeling.
I don’t understand God, why me?
Why am I the victim of Depression?
Why am I the victim of Anxiety?
Why am I the victim of Bulimia and Anorexia?
Why did those people hurt me, and touch me?
Why am I the victim of feeling this consistent nothingness?
Why am I the victim of mental illness?

I am almost ready to give up.
My family can't be fixed, it's to late.
My past can't...

Day 3:

I'll keep it short and simple. Today was a good day - I felt in control. I missed her at times, but I'm def recovering