I feel so empty and in-different to everything going on. Nothing is good enough so why would it matter anyway.
I've taken a huge step back, I don't know why.
I can function again right ? I can get out of bed and get dressed without too much effort ? I even went out with my friends that one time.
I guess I get carried away when I see improvement. I think ..ah this is it, this is the end now. Only to be knocked down again.
There's nothing I can do, there's nothing that anyone can do, I'm just stuck here.
What's even worse is that I'm expected to be an extraordinary person on top of that. Someone who can compartmentalise their feelings, and can shift their focus to the task ahead.
Maybe if I was well, I could try and not get so affected by them.
But I'm not well. I'm really not well. Prozac helped a bit. But it only helped so much. There's still so much missing. I'm tired of waking up feeling like this. I'm so tired. I just want to let go of everything. I'd be happy to, I'd pass away peacefully.