Those three words have described my life for the past year. Along with diets, doctors, medications, and therapists. It has been a long road but we are finding the light at the end of the tunnel.
Its never easy when someone you love has a disease. Mental, physical or other. But you do your best to get through. The biggest thing that I learned is that it isn’t weak to ask for help. Everyone needs help. I know I am wording this very badly, but I’m in a slight fog. Been a long week with everyone getting out of school and whatnot.
Anyways, since I feel like a public service announcement anyways: If you feel at the end of the rope, whether its from doing for yourself or others, get help. No one can do it themselves.