My meds don't seem to be working like they used to. I'm still depressed and my anxiety is getting worse. My trust issues are growing. I'm eating once, maybe twice a day, if that, and smaller portions than normal.
Suicide isn't a thought, so that's a blessing. I couldn't do that to my family and the few friends I do have.
>>7219625I already do hate myself, Anon. I hate that I wasn't good enough to keep her; that I didn't have the magic words to take away her hurt and tell her exactly how much she mattered to me.
