self-centered, me, myself and I

“We have no Great War.No Great Depression.Our Great War’s a spiritual war; our Great Depression is our lives”-Tyler Durden, Fight Club.

Hum I don’t know where to start but let’s do it.
I don’t remember the last time you weren’t on my back, behind me or whispering in my ear.
Your weight is becoming more and more felt and your constant presence oppresses me.
The pills I’m given to make me less depressed, to be less anxious don’t seem to work. Treatment after treatment, all I feel is the fatigue and anger that poison me.
Is it really necessary? You’ll always be in a corner waiting for me to weaken. I hope I can destroy you forever, forget you, put you in the closet, write your name on a piece of paper and burn it.
I live in agony, forgetting who I am, who I want to be.
I’ve spent so much time trying to understand you that in fact, I’ve never searched for who I was.
I was constantly told to stop feeling sorry for myself, that if I wanted to I could get out of it, that I too could live normally, believe me, I tried with all my strength.
I’m still trying because I don’t want to lose to you. I don’t want to be under your influence anymore and I hope to succeed, because you are too present and for many people. You are the disease of our generation, the wound that must be sewn up and healed.
You will not win against me. And in front of all those who suffer because of you and who support you on a daily basis, you must disappear.
Disappear.