I’ve had a really sucky few days, as I just mentioned in my last post. Nothing new has happened. I haven’t been triggered by some terrible event or random comment or anything like that, but it’s been hard.
I don’t really know why. May was a difficult month, sure, but by the end of it I was starting to feel a lot better. Beginning of June was the same. I had actually been happy for once. Legitimately wake-up-in-the-morning-wanting-to-sing happy. It was great. Coming from someone who thought about suicide multiple times a day to actually being okay, well, let’s just say that I wasn’t taking any of those times for granted.