Summer never looked so dark.

There’s a weird sort of restlessness that accompanies despair. It’s always at my lowest that I feel I have the most energy, and I refer to those times as my dangerous moods because complete, inconsolable misery in conjunction with a sudden burst of energy lands me in a very dangerous frame of mind where just about anything is possible.

I have spent the past few weeks drifting in and out of despair. Little Miss Relapse is still in full force and I’m genuinely worried this time. I have surrendered the keys to my mechanical steed, I have not been offended when my mum locks the car doors when I’m inside, and I have an appointment with my doctor next week.

 

Really struggling at the moment.

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  1. theredeemerlives
    Jul 31, 2014 @ 18:49:34

    Summer is a difficult time for me too. Fall is my favorite season, actually. I actually do know what it’s like to feel dangerous/suicidal. If you ever feel like the only one, please don’t. I really hope that peace of mind and light will find you soon

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