Depression really, really, really sucks. And not for any nice value of 'sucks', too.
Add anxiety, social phobia and all the other lovelies that my MCMI-III assessment showed up, add ice and stir. Add a green olive. Tasty.
Hel's teeth, I'm a mess right now. I don't know how I'm going to get through Monday, let alone the rest of it. Yes, I know that it's my broken-headedness that's making me feel this way, but no, that doesn't really help me get think round the feelings. My rational and emotional structures are pretty much orthogonal at the moment.
I'll be OK, I know I'll be OK; I just can't get myself to believe it.
Anyway, I'll stop washing my head at you and go get some sleep.
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