I hate that there is nothing in the world to bring me to a halt like an ex little hitting me up. When it ended we dragged it out. Still trying to be in love, yet move forward with our seperate lives. She moved on to someone new the day she moved out. I still loved her and she wasn't over me. He got his heart broken a few times until I told her off. I had to force her to stop coming around.

He's not into DDLG, he's never struggled with mental health (she is nerodivergent and struggling to get proper treatment), and she's breaking down. Of course, she hits me up. I've struggled with Bipolar. I know how to seek a diagnosis and treatment. What can be done in the meantime to assist with your general mental health, and how to trick yourself into doing it. My point is, she's not getting the level of care that I could provide. My mind knows that everyone has their strenghts and weaknesses but my heart doesn't. My heart only knows that she needs care.

It's been about a year since I made her leave me alone. She still hits me up once and a while and I always try not to answer. Yet, I always do. I have to make sure it's not an emergency and then I'll tell her to go. Now her mental health has declined enough that it is a risk to her, and I can't do anything at all without creating a bigger mess for her, her life, and myself.

I just hate situations that I can't fix. I hate being brought to my knees and being forced to stay there.

Thanks for reading my vent. <3