Apology

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. 

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