My bf has finally noticed that something isn't right, but I'm remaining in denial. At least he has noticed I've been depressed. Feel like I want to drift off into that world again.
Last night I purposly took a Klonopin before my evening drink, which I ensured was a bottle of wine.
I know this is my form of self-injury. Because I have no self-worth at the moment.
I haven't had a T for about a year.

I'm Bipolar and this is a really bad depressive phase