I cooked, cleaned up thoroughly, dressed up and went excitedly to the cafe. Lot of personal drama with C that I keep getting dragged into but I’m able to disconnect. Achievement!
But the depression. It’s popping up every now and then. Just not leaving me… Like a bad habit.
I rode, cried, bought junk food and ate. Slept at 5am with the fatigue of crying.
I hate this!