I’ve been dealing with Major Depressive Disorder for the past 8 years, recently my diagnosis was changed to PTSD. I did not realize I have repressed memories from my childhood that snuck up on me. Mental illness is real, it sucks. I normally use poetry or art to express the feelings I have, but lately I just can’t. I decided to write a little “journal entry” type post.

This shit is hard. I’ve spent most of this fall semester trying to stay afloat mentally. I had two major depressive episodes where I was close to suicide. I know for a fact that there isn’t a single week that I haven’t cried. I just keep pushing forward, with no end in sight. I’m tired. Some days I really don’t feel like continuing, I don’t even want to die, I just done want to feel this way anymore. I feel worthless, like I’m not enough. Nothing I do will ever be enough for myself. I’m so tired of feeling this way. I need a true break from it all.