I’m sick of being sick. I have a mental illness that I am trying so hard to live with. Yet I come across as an intense messed up drama queen. I push people away with my self-destructive intensity. I try to reel it in, but then that’s not me they are meeting. I’m so lonely, heartbroken yet again, and don’t know if I can carry on. There is no light at the end of that tunnel. I am under psychiatric care, but recent medication has backfired. Rationally I know I’ll get through this and start to feel better, but it is too late as I’ve just lost the person I loved. Sometimes I want to just give up altogether, but I know it would hurt my family.