I was doing so well.
I was happy. Less than 12 hours ago, I was convinced I was going to be going into summer feeling mentally healthy and happy and now I’m going to be finishing this period of my life feeling like I did for most of it: depressed and like a burden on the rest of the world.
I helped someone, and it meant so much a few hours ago. I was so happy.
fuck it gonna take my meds and go to bed and deal w all of this shit tomorrow and also study for a test and write a 5-7 page personal essay ahah. ahahaha. death 2 me.
im gonna have to see my professor today and hes going to be disappointed and he’s going to hate me and i dont want to have the stupid ‘im sorry i couldnt get my work done i literally havent been able to function’ talk and i am such a disappointment
it’s been about 5 days since my paper was due and i haven’t even completed a single page of it yet due to feeling bad because of my meds, feeling low because of hormones and brain issues, and having a crippling headache that’s making it difficult to string a serious sentence together much less 12+ pages
i have an appointment at the clinic at 3:30
im a big baby and im scared over probably nothing but i just want all of this to be over