I didn't try hard enough. t laid in bed doing nothing but cry. I cried until my eyes got dry. Who knew that I would let the darkness consume my body? I felt like a nobody. It was like I was trapped. What happened? Was it all just my imagination?
I tried to go out, but the anxiety just kept coming. The panic attacks came and I felt like I was choking. They put me on meds to put the demons away. My friends helped by being a phone call away. I was fighting. I was a fighter. I was able to smile again. I was able to eat and laugh. I was able to leave the house without the worry. I thought I had the support I needed until that one day.
Both of my friends called me annoying. They both agreed that calling for rides was an issue. But worse of all, she told me I didn't try hard enough. After a year of battling depression and anxiety, it hurt to read those words, because I knew with all my heart I did. It left a deep wound in my chest. I couldn't stop the crying. I didn't try hard enough.