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I had fucked up. And I was alone, and crying. And then, for the first time, I sat down on the floor... and prayed. I don't know who I said it to, but, I said it out loud, "Help me, I can't do this anymore. I can't do it alone. I want a home. I want a home." i’m so tired of feeling like this, like I carry the weight of the whole world upon my shoulders. My pain is getting physical and I want it to stop. I want to be able of hoping for more, of seeing a light after the dark. But for now, this is the only light I have, the glimpse of hope and longing and grief I can get through this small keyhole that is depression. I want to get out and feel myself again, feel others, and love them