I fight a battle every day just to find the strength within me to get out of bed.

I fight a battle every day just to take care of myself, to shower, to eat, to brush my teeth, to drink enough water.

I fight a battle every day anytime I have to make a decision for myself. What to eat. Where to go. How to get there. What to wear. What to do with my day.

And what if I make the wrong decision? Even the simplest aspects of life lay so heavy on me that it nearly breaks me. So when given an option I usually choose to do nothing at all by default.

I fight a battle every day trying to convince myself that my life is worth living.

I fight these battles every day but the absolute worst battle I fight is trying to keep up the facade of normality, trying to cling on to every ounce of hope I can find, hoping that it’ll be enough to keep me holding on while I fake a smile and pretend that I am fine. I’m running out of energy for it. And this battle is worst, when you feel yourself at your breaking point, but you don’t have the freedom to break. You keeping fighting and you keep pretending because you know that no one will be there for you when you fall. In the end, the people you love, they’re just going to label you as either lazy or crazy, simply because they don’t understand.