That last post was stupid. I’m sorry. I debated deleting it, but then I thought: why should I hide how I really feel? Isn’t that what stigma feeds off of? Whatever the case, I am still as depressed as I was when I wrote it, but not quite as suicidal now. I didn’t go into grave detail but I did open up to my fiance tonight about what I’m going through, and despite my fears that he would be mad or exasperated, he was very comforting. That really helped a lot. I am going to try to get some sleep soon, which is what I have been craving all day. But I have had really bad insomnia the past few nights despite being so exhausted all day, so that doesn’t really promise anything. Sigh. Life goes on. Until it doesn’t.