The detailed 'recovery' rantings of yet another anonymous girl.
Today’s mental health reminder: a relapse, a sudden series of attacks, a string of awful days, (or whatever your step back may be) does not decrease your value. Take your time, do some self care, reflect on the progress that you have made. You are strong; one step back is nothing when you look at the journey you have already made.
Cannot even classify seperate feelings anymore. Don’t know what’s depression, what’s anxiety, what’s fibro, what’s borderline. Everything has just merged together into ‘shit’. How I feel is shit, I am shit.
I don’t know where I’m gonna get the strength from to move forward. I don’t think I can do this anymore.
Also delightful is my complete inability to distinguish what symptoms are caused by the stress and physical exertion of starting uni and which are the cold :(
Colds should have the courtesy to avoid people with chronic illnesses. Like come on, I’m struggling here enough without a barrage of snot appearing.
If you use the word ‘psycho’ as an insult then aggressively demand that someone make eye contact with you, even if it’s difficult for them, while you drunkenly shout your opinion at them then I’m gonna assume you’re an arsehole, sorry.