That’s all I seem to be doing these days. That’s not true. My evenings and nights are productive. I buy provisions, cook, clean up, go to the cafe, read or write… It’s my day times that are pointless.
I think once I’m back in Bangalore I will get help. Therapy and medication if needed.
I think the past year has taken a toll. And I really don’t want to wait and see if I get bad before I reach out for help.
Success for having the clarity to do this. Failure for giving up the fight.