If I knew then what I know now, it probably wouldn't change much because sometimes it doesn't matter what you know; what you feel just takes over.

I don't live with purpose, and what purpose does my life have? Over the years, I have been living my life uncertainly, wondering if things might happen or not. I have attempted to end my life many times, carrying the heavy burden of my own thoughts. I am so tired of my thoughts and my heavy heart, always searching for a way out of loneliness and severe anxiety. I give my weary soul false hope every day that things will get better, but I don't know if it will ever get easier. Despite this, I am trying to help others fight anxiety and depression.