Finally, when it got deeper and deeper, months in, when things got worse, it got more frustrating because I could feel my mental health going down. I wasn't hanging out with my friends. I would not text my friends, not only because I couldn't be on my phone but just because I wasn't up for it.
I wasn't getting better. I couldn't go to school. I wasn't hanging out with my friends. I couldn't help myself. I felt as though no one could help me, in a way, because we had tried so many things before.
I wasn't getting better. My mental health wasn't getting better. I wasn't hanging out with my friends. I couldn't go to school. There was just the overall frustration of not being able to fix myself and it being so long.