Recently I’ve been incredibly ill. I’ve been missing my
lectures at university and pulling out of plans with friends. I’ve spent a
ridiculous amount of time in tears, whether that’s lying in bed trying to
figure out what the point of getting up is, or curled up on the floor after
deciding it’s all too much. When I haven’t been crying, I’ve been drowning in
suicidal thoughts or harming myself, with the familiar sense of emptiness sweeping over me.
That’s what I wish I could tell people face to face.