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Mental Health
Beneath Rock Bottom
Don’t tell me it gets better
I will preface this piece by saying that it is not going to be a positive one. This isn’t a self-help article. This isn’t going to be some fake motivational bullshit that you find in memes or within other disingenuous expressions of encouragement. This is going to be real, and it definitely won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, yet it is necessary to speak on these things.
Stop
I am at a spot in life right now where I am so low that Rock Bottom sounds like a relaxing vacation. The losses that I have accumulated over the course of this year have been many, and they are comprised of a weight that my body and soul were never meant to bear. I have found very few glimpses of hope this year. And, even when I did, they were snuffed out before I could reach out to grasp onto something that could help me get out of this grave to which I have become so accustomed.
I am sick of people telling me that it’s going to be ok. We don’t have to lie to each other as human beings in order to create a false sense of security when one of our friends/family/acquaintances is walking through hell. I barely have the energy to tell anyone what is happening in my life, and when I do, I get hit with every corny response in the book. I appreciate the heart behind the…
