Some days you wake up at rock bottom. You open your eyes and you are in the pitch blackness of a place scarily familiar. The ground under your back is firm, unrelenting. You've been told the only way hereon is up. But your head is shattering into a million tiny pieces from insides, your thoughts so poisonous...pure venom. The kind of negativity nothing can cure. You just have to wait. 

Wait for perspective. Wait for your own mind to stop caving in on itself. Wait to regain some of the confidence and motivation to not give up on everything that you know is lying latent somewhere inside of you. 

And no matter how wrong it is, you push away your friends. The people who mean the most to you. The ones who can fix you. You say hurtful things, you withdraw, you hide. You do the very same you hate being done to you, but the double standard is justified by your sense of self preservation. 

Is there ever an end to feeling this way?

Is it just temporary?