I’m frustrated. I was doing really well but the past couple of days have been rough. I don’t know why but I’m so irritable.
The other night I was just scared. Like I can feel this monster lurking. I’m fucking 31 and I still need a night light.
I feel like I’m walking on fucking eggshells around this god damn illness and I’m so tired of it. I’m so tired of it getting me. Taking over. Fucking with my head.
It’s fucking relentless and I feel absolutely powerless to this thing.