I’ve been in a really low place lately. I’m mad at myself for missing a day of writing. But yesterday I was so damn emotional. I cried for hours. This stupid depression is serious. Last night I couldn’t take it anymore.
I feel so alone sometimes. I know I’ve been through some tough shit and done much of it alone. So I’m perfectly capable. But damn it, I shouldn’t have to be alone.
I still can’t do the things I want. I’m still struggling with daily tasks. I’m still recovering, damn it! It could very well be months of recovering. Why the hell don’t I have help? What the hell is this experience supposed to teach me? The lesson can show itself at any time now. I’m tired of waiting.