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It’s cliche.

I’m standing in the middle of a room, screaming at the top of my lungs and no one notices.

I’m surrounded. Surrounded by a husband and family who love me. Friends, both on-line and in real life. But no one ever says anything.

I want to yell, Can’t you see how much pain I’m in? Why are you ignoring me?

WHY? WHY? WHY?

Do they think I’m just asking for attention? Do they think I’m faking it for pretend sympathy? Do they think I could fix it but I don’t because then I would have nothing to talk about?

I didn’t choose this. I didn’t choose to feel helpless and alone. I didn’t choose to have to battle with myself every single day to just get out of bed.

I have to talk myself into getting up. Talk myself into feeding myself breakfast. Every single day is broken up into tiny increments. Small goals to achieve. I say to myself, I have to make it through this hour and then it’s time for a nap. Just a couple more hours and then the husband will be home. One more day until the weekend.

I fight the urge to cry and do nothing but lay on the couch. I fight the urge to go into the kitchen, late at night, and pull a knife out of the block and put it to my wrist.

No one wants to hear me say this. No one cares.

I keep screaming. And screaming. And screaming.

All I hear in my head is the screaming.

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