I made this diary on a book to update not only you guys but me, on my progress for my mental health.
I thought that day would come. The day where I would end this book with a happy ending. With an ending that said that I was finally okay.
But no, this always happens.
You probably don't know, but I am an achiever. I am a people's pleaser, I want to please people. I live for praise. I get motovation through success and praise and such.
I am so fucking mad at myself for not doing better. Like what the fuck am I doing? So I took a break. I let go of this cellphone and let myself breath.
1 ... 2 ... 3
But everything still feels so suffocating, but don't worry. I'm gonna be fine soon, I promise I'll work harder.
YOU ARE READING
REAH'S DIARY
RandomConveying my inner thoughts and feeling, rants, letting go of suppressing feelings and regaining the happiness that I once had.
