It doesn't end

I swear every day is a battle, if I make it through it, I have survived another day. Right now that statement is getting harder and harder to conceptualize.

I went to the ER today because I feel that something else is wrong with my body, apparently they just think I have anxiety and I feel that the doctor completely dismissed me. 

They didn't listen and nothing was fixed.

Not only do I feel like the loneliest person on the island I think I am the only one there and I really cannot take much more of this.