Keep It Together

"It takes an excruciating effort each and every day just to hold onto myself, to keep myself from tipping over the edge and losing myself."

Just a short thing about how my mind works, living with mental illness, and trying to keep it all together. Will be multi chaptered.

My name is Neve, last name and age withheld.

I am old enough to know quite enough about the world, but young enough to still know there's much more out there. My mind is not a quiet one. Since I was four years old, I have shared my mind with The Voices. Generally there is only one, sometimes two.

The mood of the Voices changes often. Sometimes they comfort me when my depression kicks in. other times, they tell me that I should die. That I am worthless. Unlovable. They never go away, no matter what I do, no matter what I try to keep them silent. They are never silent.

It's like living with a choir in your head.

Add cyclothymia to the mix, and you get me.

It takes an excruciating effort each and every day just to hold onto myself, to keep myself from tipping over the edge and losing myself.

Nobody knew about the Voices. Until now.

I have reached a point where I just don't care anymore. If I am crazy, then I am crazy.

I just want to know what is happening to me.

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Short. Crap.

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