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May 2019
I don’t want to get up anymore
I don’t want to leave my bed
Or my house
Or go to work
Or have to fake it
I’m so tired
I’m
So ******* tired all the time
It’s hard even being awake
I feel bad
I don’t see why mental health isn’t treated like any other type of illness
Lydia
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Lydia  29/F/smalltown
(29/F/smalltown)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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