This weekend is going to be hard.
Hopefully not as bad as last weekend.
I miss the times when weekends weren’t for feeling alone, they were for spending time with friends who really got me.
Well, I messed that up.
Every time someone says they’re busy, I feel more and more alone. I fall deeper and deeper into this hole and I can’t breathe and I feel so alone and the urges hit so powerfully and I’m struggling.
Honestly, six months feels so unreal.
It’s going to be six months in a couple days.
I can’t believe it.
I should be proud. And I am.
But I’m scared.
I remember someone posting on here about not liking weekends very much, just wondering if anybody else relates. Just so I can feel less alone in this blinding darkness.