The title has no connection to the post, I'm just sitting here alone pretty cold and it feels like no matter how much I put on or how many blankets I find I'm still running from the cold, and it never lets me get too far ahead.
For a few days I stopped taking my medication, becasue I thought I had got better - I was making jokes and smiling all the time.
It turns out that was because of the medication.
Will made me see sense and I have started it up again, which means enduring all of the crap that comes with a new psychiatric medication - sleepiness and grumpiness and general bitchiness.
I self harmed last night also, which was disappointing. More than disappointing.
I think disheartened, is the word of the day.