I can't breathe. I can't stop crying. I can't think of anything, my mind just continually dwells in this dark pit, this mire of depression.
I have run out of options. I have been cornered. I can't go home. I can't stay in Montana and allow this family to feel they must take care of me for the long hall. They have lives. Unlike my own pathetic self.
I am going back~ Back to treatment. Arizona for starters. And God only knows where after.
I am disgusted with myself. I don't want to fight for life anymore, honestly. Because going back into treatment means putting life on hold yet again. Failure. Idiot. I cannot stand myself.
