of a Crazy Woman. In which I attempt to interest people with witty comments, pretty pictures and other such happenings.
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Think it’s a sign that my new medication is working that I feel more positive and productive about life in general (though not about my exam tomorrow morning…), so much so that I’m actually tidying up the general squalor my low moods have let me live in for the last few months.
I don’t want to jinx anything but maybe life is on the up - I’m making so many changes to hopefully decrease my stress levels so I can focus on myself and get better. Support systems are starting to be put in place, and it’s little things but I can occasionally have a genuine smile now!
Depression, I WILL beat you.
Isn’t it great
When you feel like shite and you can’t think of anyone that cares enough to talk to about it that you haven’t already bored half to death with your problems.
This is what depression does to me. I realised the other night. Not only does it eat away my feelings, my emotions and beliefs and desires, it also means that I push my friends away and leave myself with no-one. I live on an island and if I jump off there’s no-one to catch me. And I want this to stop, I just want to feel like me again.
It’s the littlest things that set me off. I tried to sleep, but all I could think about was overdosing and I scared myself so I came on to my laptop to try and find someone to talk to. Except I’ve already messed up the friendships I have with almost everyone.
Things can’t go on like this, I have to decide one way or the other.
