i am broken like a carousel off its axis; lost, because I have to figure out how to fix this shattered mind with no blueprints for what a stable one looks like; hopeless, in a world that shoves happiness and recovery down my throat anyway; someone who lives only for the sake of others those who mistakenly believe i can be saved; soulless, because for all that i feel none of those emotions touch me deep enough to pull me out of this void i'm living in. i am. dying and already dead inside.
I have journal prompts given to me by my therapist and the first was, "Who am I?"