I feel better once the sun sets during the winter. The days are dreadful.
I’m constantly filled with fear. Fear that I’ll lose my job (again).
It feels as though there’s a banjo string constantly tightening in my chest.
I’m irritable.
I take my meds and talk to my therapist, but I’m tired.
I’ve accepted that I’ll never be “normal”. I just want to feel safe and maybe happy from time to time.