A few months ago I began to slide into a depressive episode. The kind that come from inside and not because something happened. I fought it tooth and nail and then that maintenance guy showed up with that questionnare about moving. And I guess I just lost it. I've been a wreck for weeks.
Thursday I see the doctor.
And of coure Thursday night is the Voltaire concert. That I want to go and feel able to is a very good sign; if near-suicidal depression is my current baseline, at least there can be some peaks as well as valleys. I told Jon tonight that if I start blowing off his invites altogether, get me to PES (the psych ER).
I managed not to self-injure, but it was alarming how much I missed the feeling of burning myself with a cigarette. I did chainsmoke shisha with the intention of making myself vomit, but I didn't.
Happier things! I have decided to apply Discord from the Xenaverse at
Also, Ben & Jerry's Mission to Marzipan is yummy and fans of almond flavored ice cream should seek it out.
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