Out of the infirmary

Hi, all.

So, I'm out of the infirmary and back at my apartment. Which is good--I think. The compromise is that I'm still bringing all of my meals into the health center and eating them there (complete with nurses checking me off on my meal plan when I'm done), but I'm on my own for snacks--and I get to be with my kitty. However, I'm still feeling depressed, overwhelmed, overloaded, exhausted, frightened, panicked, confused, discouraged, weary, and about a million other things, all jumbling around inside my head at the same time. I'm sick of this, and I'm experiencing a lot of self-harm/suicidal ideation. It's scaring me. I don't know. I'm just tired. Tired and extremely anxious. And discontent with myself.

I promise I had a point when I started this post, but now I'm not sure what it was. I think I mostly just needed to get it off my chest.

I need to get some rest.

*Sigh*.

Vero

Vero, hang in there!
...all this will pass even if you can't see it right now. Hope you have a nice rest.

Sending your way a ton of Love