Sometimes I don’t want to be stronger I just want to not have a conscience and walk away. I just want to give up and lay in bed and sometimes it seems like I’m going to go back to that version of me. The one who is so overwhelmed that I can’t get out of hed. I’m scared that no matter how good things are it just takes a bad moment not even a bad day just a bad moment and I’ll be back in that bed depression so deep the weight around me unbearable ya know. It’s a thin line between more responsibility and what I can handle. Or want to handle..