fromanothermind

As a person who lives with a mental, i hate to use the word, illness. Each day is a struggle. As a firm believer in love, it multiplies to an even greater pain. I belive love is the greatest gift we can ever recieve in life. I love the idea of love. To give a person your all in love, trust, care, and everything else. It sounds amazing right. But to hate yourself. To wish you were dead. To wish for a quick end. The pain is a real thing. Then the next day to believe you can handle anything. To believe you are a god among men. Putting your life into the hands of another can be tough. Not only for you but for them. You have to deal with your own issues plus the stress and worry you place on that person. It truly sucks. Blah