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Diary entry 10-01
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I want to die. Plain and simple. Just cease to exist. Forever silencing the voices in my head. Why is that soo hard? I’m going insane because of the unending screaming inside my mind. Nothing helps, drugs, therapy, talk, after talk, after talk, emdr, drama, art, interventions, mutilations, hospitalizations, failed suicide attempts. Where do I go from here? What else do I need to do? What else is left for me to try? Living? Caring? I tried those, didn’t help allot. For a short time love and happiness did lift my spirits. But the world is bigger than that. My understanding of that world is bigger than that. But I’m just a spec, a dot, an ant. I try to make myself and my happiness smaller, so it’s more easy to maintain. But the world isn’t shrinking, only my world does. And I never want to be locked up again. Never ever! They wil never put me away again. I refuse to be an experiment of some so called expert. No more locked rooms, no more. It has to end.
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