I hate my life.
I am B R O K E. I am miserable. I am empty. I am broken.. This life I’m in is too much. I would give anything to go back to where life is comfortable and I’m not an anxious mess.
I’m sick of living this way. My faith and my depression are seriously butting heads along with the anorexia inside of me. I need help and there is no way I can get it.