My name is Lisa. And I need help. I've taken all of my problems, issues and insecurities and shoved them into a little corner of my closet. This is my DD. My designated driver. My Depression Diary.
I've hit rock bottom or so I thought. I still wonder to this day if it will all stop. I've tried to kill myself multiple times. I'm too scared. Something doesn't let me go.
There are people in my life that say they love me, but why does it feel like they don't. They all have a really odd way of showing it, if they really do.
I see other people that are successful. They smile everyday, work hard and reap the benefits of happiness. I wonder do they go out their door and paste a smile to make evreyone think they are doing great? Then, do they come home and wipe that smile off and deal with their issues?
This is my DD and I trust it drives me home safely.
I've hit rock bottom or so I thought. I still wonder to this day if it will all stop. I've tried to kill myself multiple times. I'm too scared. Something doesn't let me go.
There are people in my life that say they love me, but why does it feel like they don't. They all have a really odd way of showing it, if they really do.
I see other people that are successful. They smile everyday, work hard and reap the benefits of happiness. I wonder do they go out their door and paste a smile to make evreyone think they are doing great? Then, do they come home and wipe that smile off and deal with their issues?
This is my DD and I trust it drives me home safely.
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