So sorry I can’t fucking help my depression.
So sorry the medicine costs so much.
So sorry I’m so fucked up.
So sorry I have anxiety.
So sorry I have panic attacks.
So sorry I have everything wrong with me.
So sorry I can’t fucking help any of it.
So sorry I’m me.
Never felt more alone
Never felt more scared
Never felt more depressed
Never felt more anxious
Never felt more miserable
Never felt more hopeless
Never felt more cold
Never felt more useless
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.