Do ya'll ever have good days? I'm not talking good days where you can get out of bed without it hurting all over. I'm talking about those days where you laugh and it's not fake, you genuinely feel happy and you smile as big as you can because you know it won't last long?
Do you ever feel fake the next day or a couple of days later when you finally hit bottom again and your back to the sadness and struggling to get out of bad again? When I have good days either defined by my ability to actually clean my house all the way to laugh with my family I feel like I'm being dramatic with my feelings when I come back down from my "high" as I call it or when I come back down and the suicidal thoughts are so strong I cry and bang my head against a wall to try and get them to stop.