Im so so tired of pretending Im not 10 kinds of fcked up. I have 2 more months left in my internship, defend my thesis, and Im done
Dont know what Ill do after, prob go back to the US and go to either IOP or some inpatient program somewhere
Im a shell of my former self. I have my victories but Im still nowhere near the person I used to be. A broken machine that just keeps going because thats what its there to do
Im trying my best and holding on to hope. Still, I dont have a social life anymore since I stopped my meds and it hasnt returned, dont date anymore, dont take care of myself and have a constant feeling of deep, deep dread
The saccadic eye movements used to not bother me but now people notice. I know they do.