Treatment

conflicting concepts invade my well-being, making it harder and harder to think. the number on the scale, thoughts about wondering if I am pretty or ugly, one or the other has to be a lie. finding out if I deserve to live or deserve to die, causing me to wonder why. why do I have this life? why do I have this body? every day, I sink lower and lower into the abyss I classify as depression. the parasite gnaws at my mind, its claws pressing deeper into my chest. the power it holds over me is concerning. to think I once thought I was in control. once I thought I held the reins and called the shots, only for me to find out I was the puppet all along. I don’t know how to escape. I don’t know if I even want to escape. conflicting concepts invade my well-being, making it harder and harder to think.