If this gets 500 reblogs I’ll go and get help to recover.
I don’t want to at all, in fact I pray everyday that I’ll get the willpower to get worse.
But if enough people care even a little bit then I’ll go physically get help and maybe I’ll be around longer.
Speaking from someone who was at a very similar point in my life once, believe me, people care. Sometimes the pain, the anger, and the self-hatred can blind you to it for a very, very long time. You don’t really understand what people think or feel about you because it’s all being filtered through the layers of deception that your illness builds around you.
Please, get help. There are people who will be there for you during the treatment, and they will help you find the people who can be there for you when you come out.
Defeat is not permanent while you still live.
