So I haven’t been writing.
So little in fact that WordPress sent me an email saying they missed me – which is highly unlikely since I don’t do nothing for them.
But maybe you guys missed me.
Basically what I’m saying is I’ve been trying. Trying to live a meager existence here and it’s kinda working….that is until we went to Mexico.
I took this trip with all hopes that I would enjoy it by the time I got there. I kinda did. I will admit that. I got on a Mexican bus and travelled outside the resort walls. But it was like ok now what.
I hate depression. It steals so much from me.
Right now I’m sitting in my pdoc’s office – I don’t know what to write. I’m on the verge of tears for the past coupla days and have suicidal intrusive thoughts. I don’t want to be here.
God please help me why am I feeling this way right now? Why can’t I shake this?
I cheated so badly on my diet, while we were in Mexico. Maybe that’s why I’ve been stuck in the depths of despair. I haven’t even exercised yet either.
Managed to hurt myself somehow. I’ve done nothing but homeschooling since I got back so figure that one out. Sigh.
I don’t even know where I was going with this.