I think I might be tired of having no schedule... the days are all the same, more or less. Wake up at an ungodly hour, lay in bed for a few hours, take another hour to shower, go to work for a few more hours, then come home and fall asleep.
I don't know. I'm just always feeling so... nothing. Not really hollow, or chill, or calm, just kind of... like I'm holding my breath for no reason. No real passion or desire for anything. Aren't antidepressants supposed to make you feel better? Less... you know, depressed?
Therapy wasn't anything like I'd have expected. So I might have bi-polar II and PTSD. That's nice! Although it did help reaffirm some things bugging me. Oh well, hopefully Monday will be better!
xx In This Brief Flight Of Time Marz
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