Eh, I don’t have anything good to say that isn’t just quoting Toxicity. Depression is really confusing, and it’s hard to express what I’m feeling or what I want or…ugh. I mean, literally I turned to Manfried and told him I have too many body parts. Like everything is too complicated and just needs broken down into pieces or atoms or…simpler. Or…

I don’t know. It doesn’t make any sense. All I wanted tonight was to shut down and shut off and turn away, which largely translated to watching a marathon run of season four of Eureka.

I’ll feel better. I have a doctor I see regularly. Things will improve.

It’s just so hard when things backslide for a little bit.