No time, no patience, But all the time and patience to feel like I do.
I am a *****.
No shame, no regrets. But all of the shame and regret comes from the memories and worry.
I am a *****.
No cooperation, no final word. But the cooperation of my final words leave me isolated.
Who else am I?
I have come so close to hurting myself, killing myself, in the past and present. I have no motivation to keep going. I try so hard to be rational and healthy, happy, but nothing is happening. I prayed and hoped, I worked, and nothing has changed. I am scared and confused. Hurt and betrayed, I don't know who I can and can't trust anymore. I don't know what to do...