Taking care of myself seems impossible. I put everything ahead of taking care of myself to the point where i never relax, i dont shower, my room is a hurricane zone and i have no self care rituals to speak of. And i wouldnt even consider myself depressed, just my low baseline, altbough i was just manic so maybe im headed for a depression i dont know, i can never tell, its too unpredictable. In the mean time i just suffer alone and in silence, this one message board as my only reality check. Does it get any better? Does it? Probably not. But i still dream anyway. Its what keeps me alive, literally.