I thought things would be better when I moved back. They are not.
I’m living in the country by myself which is great but everytime I come up to the city I am insomniac once more.
I feel like my skin is alien. I am not me. The drugs are killing my mind. My words are gone. My breath is gone. My agility and balance are gone. I haven’t showered in over a week. My hands tremble and my head aches.
I am going back to conselling soon. I hope that this one will be better than the last one cos I can’t put up with another crappy shrink.
Am I going to be depressed for ever? Is that a life?