I had never been so close to giving up, and yet still managed to keep on fighting.

My mind was at war with itself constantly. Do you understand what that’s like? To constantly hate every fibre of your self.

To wish every second, a second filled with endless pain, you wouldn’t have to face the next or the one after that or the one after that and on and on it goes.

To be so tired of living in a personal hell made by your own mind?!

To wish for oblivion. Release.

I have.

I still do.

And if you understand this my heart aches for you too. No one should have to endure such an unbearable weight.

And to want to release yourself of that burden is a desire I know all to well of.

I hear the people around me. They commend me, tell me I am strong. Strong to keep going.

But I do not feel strong.

I feel tired. Weary to the bone.

And if this is you to, I will not say you have been strong. I will not commend you to keep fighting if you are already so tired of fighting.

All I will say is thank you. Thank you for taking the time to read this. And if it reaches you on a personal level then know you are not alone.

I feel what you feel. I am the same as you. And together we will manage to keep fighting.