Tuesday, Jul 2, 2024 at 11:58 AM

And again: desperation. And once more: despair. I don't know what I can do. Every day, I'm spiraling down. Every day. I have good days too, I'm aware. But most days are bad. Terrible, even. Most days I break down. Most days I cry. Most days I despair. It's just too much. It's all too much. I'm suffering. My family is suffering. My sanity is suffering. My sleep, my eating habits, my everything. I live in a sunny place, and yet things are dark. I have what should be a dream job, and yet it's a ni...