The depths of hell that mental illness will draw you into is never ending. The rope with which to climb back out and save yourself, however, is limited in length and I'm reaching the end.
I've often felt like I was on the last ring of hell. I guess we just have to cope whatever way we know how. I wish I knew some wise words of comfort but they elude me. Just know that I'm listening and I care.
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I've often felt like I was on the last ring of hell. I guess we just have to cope whatever way we know how. I wish I knew some wise words of comfort but they elude me. Just know that I'm listening and I care.
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