Today, I am thinking. Thinking way too much. Then trying to stop myself from thinking by baking because thinking is getting me nowhere fast.
Today, it feels like over the last year the universe has conspired to take all my hopes and dreams and shatter them into a billion razor sharp pieces.
Today, I remember I have my health, and I count my blessings for that. I am thankful I have good friends who I know love and support me. Without them I would truly be alone.
Today, as I type, I cry. The silent kind, where the tears just seem to keep coming, from some unknown place. A place perhaps you don’t want to look because it’s just too fucking scary and you don’t know where to start.
Today, I think I know why they call depression “Anger without enthusiasm”.
Today, I give up.
Tomorrow will be another day.