My Mental Health Journal

I woke up this morning after yet another awful night’s sleep. Taking me ages to drop off and when I do it’s always broken sleep. I just lay there on the bed and for no reason just started to cry. Maybe the thought of another day looming, knowing that nothing was going to change, I just don’t know. Some will probably think a grown man, well into his forties, crying his eyes is just pathetic. I’m just tired of this life I’m living and I know I’m the only one who can get myself out of it. I just don’t think I have the strength to keep going the way I am. It’s a battle I keep fighting, day after day, having little moments to cling on to, a little bit of hope but them something will jump into my mind and snatch it all away from me again. I haven’t cried that much in so long, just laying there sobbing, wanting everything to be done with. Maybe it’s good to get an emotion out like crying, is it a way of releasing all my frustrations out? Who knows. I just want others though to know, there’s no shame in it. If you feel better after a good cry then you cry. It doesn’t make you less of a person if you do. There’s definitely no shame in it ❤️