Brokenness #Depression #BipolarII #MentalHealth #Spiraling #PositivelyNegative #GreaterLater #HowNow #tears #Broken
There’s this brokenness inside of me that longs for what I think will fix me. It hasn’t been men, sex, dick, money, drugs or alcohol. It’s just this cavernous emptiness that rends me into many very divided pieces of a fractured self. I’m hurting not because he nor anyone else failed to choose me but because I cannot choose myself. I hate the parts of me exposed to air. I hate the deepest parts of me that define me as I presently am. I hate the in between parts too. I loathe this body, mind, and heart. It hurts to breathe right now knowing that that involuntary act sustains my existence.