A lot of things are happening that should make me happy, and they do, briefly, but I just... don't see the point in doing any of it. I'm doing what I need to do to be 'responsible', because it's what I'm supposed to be, but my heart just isn't in to any of it when I have a quiet moment to think. My heart isn't in anything.

I'm just sad. Apathetic almost. I put out to the people around me that I'm doing a bit better, and this path to treatment is helping, but the truth is, I don't really know if I'm better or worse off than I was before.