When will this all be over? I keep praying, but it's as if this 'feeling' isn't leaving me.

I don't reconize myself. i try to sourround myself with good things but as soon as I part ways I go home and it starts all over again.

It gets worse at night.

I didn't sleep lastnight. Probably because I sleep all day.

I know that since I know that there is a problem then I'm okay.

I'm withdrawing from people. I don't even want to be around my family....Becca is the only rational one.

This entire accident has fucked me up soo much. To look at myself I get upset, this isn't me. I'm supposed to lie around all day? I've always been active, I've always been independent. I can't take many more days like this. My life was turned upside down in a fucking second.