I’ll never explicitly say I need help. But I’ve been begging for help for as long as I can remember. It’s the bailing on plans, the “honest” excuses, the social media stories, the lack of communication, and the distancing of myself from my once closest friends.
The thing you don’t count on while making these silent cries for help is that the people you’re calling to don’t care enough to hear you. They don’t consider that you’re actually not okay. They make excuses and place blame and welcome the distance. And you’re left. Now alone. Dealing with the same unwavering battles.
Same. 