I've been down. My home life is garbage. My moods are garbage. My self control is on point though. I've been doing a good job of talking myself through my feelings. I only had one outburst and it turned into the worst fight in months with my partner. Aside from that, I've been successful at stifling my outward expression of pain and discomfort. You might not even notice if you didn't pay attention to the amount I sleep. I actually stopped drinking. I'm going to the gym. It's the only thing that gives me any pleasure. I can't read without crying. Reading is usually my salvation, but right now it fills me with the most profound hopelessness.
Gym. Sleep. Avoid feelings. Sleep. Work. Sleep. Gym. Sleep.
Oh I can't stop eating garbage