Alive.
I don't know what to say. I guess I have some simple things.
I want to like myself again.
I want to write and actually express my feelings again.
I want to finish my BA. I am a pathetic 2 classes away and I can't motivate myself.
Maybe I need to go back on meds. Maybe I need to move out for a while, but taking Will isn't an option so...it's not really an option.
Maybe I need to start living my life again, and getting out of bed when Will's not home besides just going to work.
Depression is an ugly beast and it's eating me alive. I mask it well, I mask it when I'm with friends, when I'm at work. People actually ask me how I am so happy and patient all the time.
But I feel like I'm going to explode.
There it is. Feelings.
I want to like myself again.
I want to write and actually express my feelings again.
I want to finish my BA. I am a pathetic 2 classes away and I can't motivate myself.
Maybe I need to go back on meds. Maybe I need to move out for a while, but taking Will isn't an option so...it's not really an option.
Maybe I need to start living my life again, and getting out of bed when Will's not home besides just going to work.
Depression is an ugly beast and it's eating me alive. I mask it well, I mask it when I'm with friends, when I'm at work. People actually ask me how I am so happy and patient all the time.
But I feel like I'm going to explode.
There it is. Feelings.