It’s like one minute you’re fine, and the next minute something happens that makes you think — I mean really think — and then you’re empty.
The only thoughts that are in your head are negative and it makes you feel alone, like you don’t mean anything to anyone.
All you want to do is tell someone how you feel, but you don’t want their pity, and even if you could tell someone, nothing would come out right.
You don’t want to laugh, or smile, or whine, or argue, or even be stubborn or difficult, you just want to go to bed and cry and hope this feeling passes.
And sometimes it does.
But it always seems to come back.