They say,when you're having an anxiety attack to count back from 7 so let me give this a shot.

7.) I can't clear my head long to enough to take in one single breath of air.

6.) I'm scared I'm going to drown in this depressive state,the same one I've been in since that day. The day they broke me.

5.) I'm not even sure I'm alive anymore,I'm surviving barely.

Barely.

4.) When was the time I slept? Was it when all this wasn't so ed up when the world was okay?

3.) I'm barely clinging slipping,falling down the twisting slide of depression,there's no just down down down.

2.) Still not helping.

1.) I'm done.

Done with trying to fight off my demons.

it let them take me let them ride the slide with me they can sit my lap for Christ's sake!

They can mock me,rip my skin apart.

If I'm honest that would be best.

Anxiety and depression go hand in hand they circle round you whispering about how worthless you are like some sick twisted game of “Ring around the Rosie.” it never ends.

Please help me.

See the truth in the words on your illuminating screen.

Depression is real.

Anxiety is real.

They're siblings.

Twins.

And they can never be torn apart.