I’m at rock bottom and I don’t know who to call.

I’m ripping myself to shreds with anxiety I can’t place right now. As in, I bite my nails, and right now, I bite my fingers, and they’re all bleeding. It’s not pretty, and a bit fucking painful, and hey, I need to quit.

I think at times like this I know it hurts but I haven’t quit yet - I just don’t seem to notice it while I’m doing it. Faux-self harm, again?

As they go, this was Adam Duritz just *getting it*. Which, yes, happens quite a bit.

(Counting Crows - Mr. Jones)

(Source: we-are-stardust)

In a rare hour this morning, I very nearly almost broke down in front of my therapist. After all, I’d been trying, for weeks, to explain, and then I hit it, like a nail and a grenade. I don’t get happy anymore, I just pretend.

And fuck, it’s tiring.