Just keep Breathing; I am still breathing

 Just keep breathing. I am still breathing.

These words I have written over and over again in my journal for the last several days on end. I have pages worth because right now, I am struggling. I know that my anxiety is lying to me. I know that my depression is lying to me. I know that there is a big part of me that continues to lie to me on a daily basis. I don't know how to make it stop. I don't know how to let it go. I don't know how to move on from it. I don't know anything right now. The only thing that I DO know is that I cannot give up. No matter how much I want to. No matter how much the soundtrack is screaming inside my head to not exist anymore. 

I don't want pity. I don't want "I'm sorry". I don't want any of that. I don't write these things because I seek any kind of validation from anyone else. I write these things because I want others to know that they are not alone. Intrusive thoughts can absolutely be exhausting. They can put you in bed for days on end. They can really fuck with your mental health. I just want you to know that you are not alone. You never will be. No matter how much you feel like you are alone, you are not. No matter how much you are lying to yourself, you are not alone.