Technically, my depression has been practically gone since I started meds - the things that would normally trigger me now barely affect me, or only do so for a short time, or to a much less extreme degree. It's a relief, but it's also...dull. I feel so empty and listless.

I still lack any motivation, and I've been sleeping more often. Nothing interests me, and even when I have things that need doing, I can't make myself care enough. You hear about people who don't want to get better, who like being depressed? I'm one of them. It's supposed to be sick and immature, bad in every way but it's true. Those wild mood swings were a part of me, they were who I am. Those daily crises too, even after I stopped writing about them out of shame, that cycle was still so...normal. I kind of miss it, but I'm also so happy to be free of it.

I really am crazy, huh?