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I'm always the strong one, always the one who makes others feel they can conquer anything.
Lately, I'm breaking in a bad way, but feel I have no one to back me up because "oh, she's tough, she can handle this".
But
I
Can't
Anymore
I've never in my life had suicidal thoughts.
Until now.
But I'm the tough one. I'll be ok. Right?
When I'm down, no one takes it seriously, so I smile. I keep working, serving them their liquid antidepressants. I trudge through the day, an unlicensed psychologist. Then I go home. Not in silence. My head is too loud. I toss. I turn. I get up the next day and do it all again with a dose of exhaustion.
Why?
Please give me a reason why.
I can no longer find one.
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