Documenting my journey through the mental health system

Things are bad at home. There was a fight…and I’m not sorry but I still feel like shit. I never called names, I felt instead like I was defending myself. But she’s so good at positioning herself as the victim and me some kind of evil abuser. Who knows, maybe I am. And I don’t know what to do. I kind of give up.

I’m trying to just focus on school. It is hard, amid my jankety-janked nerves and feelings of depression licking at me like some rabid dog. I have constant flashbacks and dreams of flashbacks on top of that. I slacked off on my nightmare medication, figured I was getting better from that. I guess I need it after all.

There is so much to be depressed about, but a lot I’ve got going for me too. I think. So far the rental is going well, though I’ve got someone looking at the stove next week, the tenants say it’s not working right. I have a home warranty on the place to cover all the stuff in the house.

I can’t even listen to music right now. I did write several pages in a journal. I didn’t want to pour that out here.

The campaign is going ahead. There’s posts on the Instagram. I’m not sure how it all works. I’m watching it play out.