I'm paying the price for having, uh, I think it was three days in a row where I was in a good mood. Not just an alright mood but an actual almost happy mood. It never does last long and I'm crashing down the other side.
I've just remembered that work people read this now *waves* and I don't know if I should mention my struggles with depression and anxiety. But then that would be cowardly wouldn't it? And this blog was always going to be for me to talk about what I want. So why stop now?
You know one of the first things I did when I got to York? I found a therapist. Finally, I'm in a position where I don't just want to have a chat with my demons, I want to dig them out and smack their heads against the wall until they just fuck off.
I want to be free of this.