meds: refilled, week: over, recovery: restarted, feeling: type shit.

get thru it, just get thru it

roll with the punches. just go with the flow.

i feel dead. i don't want to do this again.

very sleepy, pain, missing people. i'll be okay tho.

i hate being to sensitive for the world

goddamn it i just want to die

do i want a girlfriend? or do i just want a friend? or do i just want to love and be loved again? all the above.

true dissociation is the strangest experience. most of the time reality is only negligible. true unreality is like facing a void.

recovery is hard, but it's also often soft and cushioned, welcoming of rest.

"I can change, I can change, I can change." - The Verve

Trigger identified!--feeling stuck/trapped/no way forward -> now I want to die

Recovery is so hard.

I need help, but I don't know how to ask, and I feel as if I shouldn't need help with these things. I feel so lonely and helpless.

Small win: I was able to make myself feel better instead of just dwelling in my pain. Small improvements.

"missing you isn't enough/wanting you isn't enough." - kills me to be kind by crawlers

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