I just deleted an entry.
I deleted it because it contained a lot of suicidal ideation. I deleted it because I didn't want to freak anyone out who may have read it.
The ideas are still there though. The feelings are still swallowing me up.
But I know I will survive. I will survive at least tonight.
I still have hope that things will not always be like this.
I hold tight to the belief that things aren't even actually like this now. That my mental illness has distorted my reality. That it is a dark cloud that will pass.
It's not much to cling on to, but it is something.
I don't know what else to say.
7:56 p.m. - 2017-01-08
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