I haven’t left the house in three days, it is now unavoidable and I am dreading it. When did life get so hard? I swear I had my
tit together once upon a time! Since October 2023, I have spent a total of 56 weeks in a mental health hospital. My last admission was 17 weeks long, and I was discharged last month.
I am going back to work on Wednesday. April Fool’s day! An auspicious start. I don’t know how I’ll do it. I can’t seem to get myself out of bed before noon. I’m spending an obscene amount of time on my phone - Instagram and Reddit and just general doomscrolling. I get myself into a blind panic about the meds I’m on from reading all the arguments for and against. I’m getting no daylight, no movement and I’m not eating enough. My old eating disorder friend has been keeping me company as I isolate.
I know what I should do, I know motivation follows action, I just am struggling to care. I’m comfortable in my discomfort, choosing the familiar hell over the possibility of an unfamiliar heaven I guess.
Anyway! I have been sitting on all of this for the last six weeks. Thank you for giving me a safe space to voice it.