Everyone says I'm doing so well etc. And I am doing better than I was but I'm not better. I'm not fixed. Things still aren't great.
Some people say I'm so open and share so much. But I'm not and I don't. Someone who knows me well commented the other week that I keep my clards close to my chest and I really do. I share facts. I share some of my past. But I don't share the present and the feelings accompanied by the present with anyone really apart from my GP and maybe one other person.
Things are better than in December, but it's not by magiv. Every day I have to work so hard and do so much just to keep my mental health vaguely balanced. It takes a lot of time. My eating is still a mess. My bloods haven't been in range in months. My mental health restricts me so much. And I still have many days like today where I cry far too much.
I'm tired. I'm fighting but I'm tired. I don't know if I need more support but I can't need more because it doesn't exist so I just have to be okay.
@kjarn very true x