My Molly: So many sleepless nights.....so many sacrifices...so many times of going without eating, so that she could....I would die for her, and I am dying without her....but she doesn't feel the same. My heart is broken!!!!!!!
I've gotten to a point where I don't know what I am anymore. I constantly feel like I'm on the verge of breaking down. I feel like I'm going crazy and if my mind is an ocean, my thoughts are a tsunami. I can't sleep. I can't concentrate. I can't even think straight. I am a mess. I'm coming apart at the seams and it scares me.
The sad thing about my depression is that I can feel it start to envelop me. I get anxious, I try to fight it, but ultimately, I am forced to give in. I can feel my personality shatter. And it makes everything a little bit worse.