I feel myself backsliding into all my old negative habits and I kind of hate it and am struggling to pull myself out but I’m scared.
Like I’m back to finding myself disinterested in everything I love, and just wanting more and more to stay in bed and never leave. This is everything I went through in college when I had my major crisis, but now that I am actually noticing the signs it’s stressful as fuck.
I know I need to go to therapy about this but I’m an idiot and don’t have the courage to do is. It doesn’t help that the last month dealing with my psychiatrist has been so stressful.
At least I’m making moves to write again soon.