Well, I don't even know how to begin. Consider this the beginning. I'm not much for whining and complaining on social media, but right now I'm experiencing REALLY serious psychological issues to the point of severe depression. I'm constantly being told that if I don't get better, it could go to a mental institution, on such a horrible rumor that it only breaks people instead of helping them.
I go to a day hospital every day where I watch people's nasty faces, their nasty conversations and ALL I get out of it is a bunch of pills and shots of anti-depressants, sleeping pills and other crap. Is that really supposed to help? Is that really supposed to help?
I don't get joy from anything anymore, I get sick of any little thing and bad things seem to start happening more and more often. I try to distract myself with painting, work, books, anything just to keep my mind off things.
I don't even know why I'm writing this. Maybe to talk, maybe somewhere subconsciously I want someone to support me, or maybe I don't. Would it make me feel better to talk about it? I don't think so.
I guess I should have ended this little monologue somehow, to draw a line. But I have no idea how, so that would be the end.