“I don’t want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.” ~ Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
I can’t write much today. It’s a sweetly cool morning; the coolest it’s been in weeks. I deeply wish I felt better. Mental illness sucks. But I must go to work; remain strong. I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m just doing the openness thing; a thing that promotes awareness of the insidious thing that is depression and anxiety all wrapped up in a tight and ugly ball. This morning is worst than it has been in a long long time. I’ll leave it at that. Wish me luck. I don’t want anyone to know how much I hurt, and yet I do. That’s why I am admitting this in this blog.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.