I went to bed at my usual time, but I slept like crap.
Depression is crap.
I am just really struggling, and sleep is now becoming an issue.
I think it’s also anxiety because I am really anxious about therapy today.
I know she’s going to confront me about Sunday, and I know that because she told me she was.
I journaled about it so I could be honest about what happened. I do much better in writing than I do verbally.
It’s just me and how I do things.
Just not having a good morning.
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