I've had a terrible couple of days. My mind feels so foggy and confused and my communication levels have been non existent. I hate this. Why can I not be happy? A lot of people would give their left arm to have my life. I have a beautiful healthy daughter, a job, a small but nice house, food in my fridge, a little bit of money in the bank. But I can't enjoy any of it. I desperately want to, but I can't.

I sit here thinking that I just want someone to talk to, to explain how I feel so maybe once I've said it out loud it might help. But everyone I know is going through their own stuff and I don't want to burden someone else with my problems. Then on the other hand, I feel like if I start talking I'll end up laughing or making it seem nowhere near as bad as it is which defeats the object of speaking to someone.

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