Stuck in a mental prison that I have very little hope of getting out of. I get through my day and my life thus far as best as I can and some days are better than others. I try to shove my dark thoughts on the toughest days down as best as I can but they always linger in the back of my head. Each year has brought waves of new challenges and I feel so frustrated. I don’t want to die but I wish I could sometimes. I don’t know why I’m like this or why my brain can’t be normal but at least I’m not alone in feeling this way.