I never wanted to do this again.
 

It's not fair. I went, I got help, I conquered my fears and for a brief, tantalising time I felt it. I felt the pure energy of happiness. I felt the joy of waking up and going somewhere, laughing, joking and smiling. And when I got home, wishing I never had to sleep, because there were so many better things I could be doing.

And here I am again, and now I know how it feels, it feels like I've fallen further, harder.
I am desperate to take those pills, the pills that are supposed to help me, they're here. They're meant to be swallowed. Thats what I should do.

Somebody tell me why I should hold on. How I can hold on.
None of my friends even care anymore. I need it. I need out. I've come too far. It's been too long.

That is amazing that you had some good moments. And though they make the bad seem so much more horrid you can look forward to a time when you can feel that again.

Hold on to see if you can find that very beautifully and poetically described feeling resurfaces. It might take time. But if you have fallen harder and farther won't it seem oh so much more glorious when you feel it again?

Hold on to prove your friends wrong. Hold on to show that you are strong and deserve to be cared about. You deserve to be cared about.

Stay Strong

Pippin

hun your friends do care... sometimes when we think they dont becasue they dont help its becasue sometimes they dont know how to help.

you have to hold on becasue you need to prove to your self you can do it. its so good you had good times and you can have so many.. hold on honey XXXX