I'm still here.
Tears running down my cheeks.
I feel so fucking tired. Yet I am sleeping way more the past while than I should.
Why is it always the extremes? Way too little sleep to way too much??
I keep thinking about respite but I worry about how things would go without me around here.
I keep going back and forth on whether or not I should be talking to somebody about those thoughts in my head...
I mean it's suicidal ideation. It's not making plans and I'm not walking around outside alone so I'm not at risk for the impulse control.
But then I come across blogs or tweets or links or whatever where other people think this stuff is more serious or give it more credence than I do.
Perhaps because I can remember dealing with this in high school and even in grade school.
So many years later and I'm still here.
I just don't know what I should be doing.
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