I sometimes hate this faking thing. It is literally downright exhausting. Is it normal to put forth this much damn effort to cook dinner, or go shopping... or ****... even smile?
Husband's playing his video games. Daughter's in the living room watching Super Why. And I'm sitting on the kitchen floor noticing how much I really need to mop. But I'm working up the motivation to make dinner. Premade burgers that I am literally going to put in a frying pan. And hell I don't even want to do THAT.
Maybe it's in my head... and maybe I'll snap out of it.
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.age: 34 female .bipolar I .psychosis .panic/anxiety disorder
Seroquel XR 100mg
Labetalol for high blood pressure
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