Depression is still hanging about, but less than 1 1/2 weeks after leaving a soul-crushing job, I got hired at an environmental group. So I'm a professional hippie. Woo
It's 2:45 in California and I'm still awake. My partner is fast asleep next to me. Normally I wouldn't mind so much, but the asshole known as depression has decided to come around. When you have bipolar 2 that tends to happen. My limbs ache to the bone, and I'm bombarded with the feeling that every hope and dream I'll will turn to shit so why try. Yep. Sucks the fun out of being a night owl
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