mental decline

I've seen people trying to romanticize this, I'm not going to try to do that, these are just my thoughts and I'm a stranger on the internet so it's easier to vent knowing you don't know me.

I don't know how I started to fall into my own decline, I just couldn't find a reason to get out of bed, I didn't understand why I didn't feel "good" anymore, any thought in my head ended up in me crying, I started to neglect many things in my life, my studies, my eating, my personal hygiene, the order in my room and many more things.

Things like my grades in school started to be difficult for me, sometimes something simple like a sum I couldn't grasp it because my thoughts were based on the fact that I wanted to cry.

I'm still not over this and it's very upsetting, the only thing that keeps me stable is pills and it's horrible.