Today was an other awful day, and yet another day of procrastinating writing to my psychiatrist.
Just now, a minute ago, I finally got around to it.
Once I do, it's fine, its just a matter of getting around to it.
It's maybe because I'd love to tell him good news and I don't have any.
I know I've been saying this since January, but I'm trying to give recovery an honest go. It's just not working well. Yet. It's supposed to get better. He said 6 months. What's wrong with me..
Every time it's a new start and every time will be better but at some point it just feels like it won't be. What do I have now that I didn't have in january? I don't feel like I'm he least bit better.
But most people have been so nice about it. And supportive. That's all I could ask. It's just me who's not holding up my end.
x
/E
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