Last night I broke down. I thought i was doing better, that I was headed in the right direction. I have been coming here and meeting great survivors who beat some pretty big odds and yet keep a positive attitude, take the time to listen and help others.
I find myself thinking why I'm fighting anymore. What's the point of all this.
Alone!! yeah I know what you mean Jay. It sure feels that way.
Overwhelming feelings of neediness, rage, despair, sadness. Putting a wall so fucking high that you don't let anyone in.