Documenting my journey through the mental health system

I downgraded…a low mood post theater singing…hard to concentrate, even harder to write. Tormented by rapid thoughts of all the things I fear and all the fears everyone else has too. This is what a dying empire looks like.

I am better now. I got caught up on my meds. I had missed a couple days. Could hardly get through typing up a qualitative assessment report for class. And it still needs a lot of work.

My good friend Christy has died, and I have to go to her funeral Friday. I don’t HAVE to, but I do. I know I will regret it if I don’t. I haven’t been to a funeral since my dad died. It’s just not something I usually do. I mourn in private. But Christy was special and still in the Army. As a fellow vet, I feel compelled to make an appearance. And let’s be real…. it’s a great excuse to dress up. And I know Christy would laugh at that. But I am kind of dreading it. Not ready to say goodbye.