I guess part of the reason why I stopped blogging was because I would just talk about how sad I am and that is neither productive or interesting. A person can only say in so many words that they’re sad before it’s best to just be quiet about it.
What am I going to do about it? I’m at the point of where I would rather sit and stare at the ceiling. Will I always go through periods of intense suicidal fantasies? Will I always be on the edge of falling off the cliff? Will I be doomed to unmedicated rages or medicated sadness?
I know the answer to those questions is no but I’m in the head space that tells me yes which makes me want to give in and give up. I have an appointment with a psychiatrist but in typical mental health fashion that appointment won’t happen until August.
I think I need a vacation.