Anxious, depressed, suicidal. Lather, rinse, repeat. That's what I feel like. Everyday feels the same. But it still surprises me that I feel bad. It's like..it really shouldn't surprise me when I can't do things because of my anxiety.
I'm a mess. My therapist is concerned with my sleep, or lack there of. She might put me on something to help me sleep. Its been like 4 weeks of prozac and I feel no change. No better, no worse. Well okay, maybe worse. But not because of the Prozac. I was already spiraling downward when I started it.
I don't have much else to say right now, it's the same old crap. I feel inadequate and unworthy, and really just pretty horrible. Like I said, lather, rinse, repeat.
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