Who cares but sorrow when you're down and close to nothing?

Post title taken from Antidotes In Passing by Soilwork.

I can feel my control slipping away from me. I've been having nightmares all week and I'm frightened of being alone. The thought of leaving the house terrifies me to no end. My appetite has decreased to the point the thought of food makes me feel sick. The only reason I'm eating at all is because I'll pass out if I don't.

Time to write the letter my therapist told me to write. 

Here's the song the post title is taken from.