It's started again
This all consuming hollow feeling accompanied by shame
although I do not know why
Yesterday, I was fine until evening approached and my appetite and jubilance were found lacking
I forced myself to eat
I sat on my bed and felt the grey set into my bones
Touch became adverse
My own shirt being too much contact
My hair tickling the back of my neck and forehead
It was overwhelming
There are times I am reminded I am unwell
Times I remind myself breakthrough episodes are normal
And that while I am being treated,
I'll never be cured
And I'm having to learn to accept that
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 9:33 AM UTC
It's started again
This all consuming hollow feeling accompanied by shame
although I do not know why
Yesterday, I was fine until evening approached and my appetite and jubilance were found lacking
I forced myself to eat
I sat on my bed and felt the grey set into my bones
Touch became adverse
My own shirt being too much contact
My hair tickling the back of my neck and forehead
It was overwhelming
There are times I am reminded I am unwell
Times I remind myself breakthrough episodes are normal
And that while I am being treated,
I'll never be cured
And I'm having to learn to accept that
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