Some days are so hard, it's hard to get out of bed, to put on a fake smile, to act interested. It's hard to carry on with your life when every thought is focused onto something that controls you. It's hard to talk to people, to express yourself and to be vulnerable. Sometimes it's hard to breathe through the panic and depression. It's hard when people don't care, when you feel like a burden. You worry that you sound like a boring, broken record.. no one wants to listen to that. Then you get into bed, you cry yourself to sleep and the cycle repeats.