it's not a good day
Saturday, February 02, 2013
in fact it's not even a ehh day, today sucks.
i've been trying to doggy paddle my way through each day of this depression, "fake it till you make it"isn't cutting it currently.
i know it goes away, but it doesn't seem like living another day unhappy day is worth the struggle it actually is. it was my "anniversary" last weekend (the 26th) and i had to visit the rehab doctors who helped me at Harborview when i got my brain injury. they kept reiterating how they didn't think i'd ever awake from my coma but i did and I'm still here.
is it wrong of me to secretly wish my sister never found me?
i'm sorry for such a frumpy post but i cant seem to think of anything better to write about, this has been the only thing going through my head