I shouldn’t have taken the Ambien…
It never leads to a good night’s sleep.
30 days on the road and I am left with a feeling of emptiness, something must be wrong, everything seems wrong. But that is because I hate myself. I cannot stand the way I look in the mirror.
No matter what I do, the disease seems to own me. It has now taken every last bit of my soul.
I thought I had the strength to overcome this BDD, but now I am doubting my optimism.
2 years and nothing seems better, I have left it all behind and still nothing is better.
It’s an empty, cold, and heartless place…. That is BDD, and it is everywhere.
