You know… Mentally I go through hell. But I know for a fact that I am not alone. My husband is literately my angel. Constantly sacrifices his time to put up with my breakdowns and feeling helpless, and watching me go through all these pain. We might not have much, but because of how much he loves me I feel like I have it all. It’s just something about how much he does and gives and never once expect me to be different. And for that reason I never want to give up. I want to get better. I want to give and be able to love my husband with all that I have left in me.
Illness of the human mind is so cruel. It does not only make one suffer but all those whom loves me suffer as well. Suicidal thoughts are so common because I get tired of seeing the pain in my love one’s face when they watch me struggle. But you know what… I’ll stay fighting. I have hope that one day I’ll be able to walk out of this dark hole and be able to contribute back to all those who’s been there for me.