First Journal Entry - 4/11/2017A Story by riley lynnJournal entry on life. I'm nearly 18. I'm nearly an adult. I'm nearly old enough to start my life. Yet, somehow I still feel incapable to make my own simple decisions. I can't decide on what to wear, where to eat, what to do. I contemplate getting up in the morning, if my own agenda is even worth doing. I'm nearly 18, I've been living nearly 2 decades, and I haven't the faintest idea on what I'm doing. The comments went from "you'll understand when you're older, don't worry about that," almost instantaneously to "you're an adult. you don't need anyone to hold your hand anymore." If only that comment was true because I haven't had anyone hold my hand my entire existence. I've been living with depression and anxiety for as long as I can remember. I can't get out of bed. I cant look at the time. I can't get water, despite the burning pain in my throat. I can't bring myself to get up some days. I can't breathe. I feel like I'm underwater, screaming as the water rushes into my lungs. I can't stop shaking. They ask what's wrong, they ask why am I freaking out over "nothing." Why do I have to alter their plans purely based on my mental state? Why can't I just go with what they want? I apologize. I blame myself. I go into a self-loathing episode. I can't stop blaming myself, even over my careless mistakes. If only others could understand that I don't mean to be self-destructive. I don't mean to have attacks. I don't mean to change plans, I'm not being selfish or stupid. I don't mean to be the way I am, but that is something I'm not apologetic about. I'm not sorry that I am who I am.
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