So here I am. I'm home.
I don't want to be here. I don't want to be anywhere actually.
Today is not a good day. Yesterday wasn't either.
I'm not sure how I am. I'm here, I'm breathing, but I'm not alive - if that makes sense. I don't know how to explain it.
I'm feeling sad I think, yet numb at the same time.
Fuck I've lost my mind.
ML said it best when she said she felt like two people...
I'm questioning my sanity. I suppose that's a good thing. Crazy people don't often think they're crazy...right?
I haven't felt like doing anything for a few months now. I've been trying really hard to hide it from everyone by doing more things than I normally do. Overcompensation. I don't even want to get out of bed in the mornings anymore. I just want to curl up and cry. The more I try to hide it the worse it's getting.
Can depression get worse, even with anti-depressants?
I feel hopeless. I feel worthless.
And in case some of you are thinking this is related to spending a week with my father, this has been going on long before that. Although I'm sure seeing him as much as I did wasn't helpful.
I don't know why I constantly have the need to hide how I'm really feeling. Actually, I do. As a kid I had to hide everything. It's a hard habit to break I guess.
Aw well whatever... it's another day I'm still breathing...