I’m tired of inconsistency. Being Superman at work for a few weeks then spending 3 months in a pit of despair and hopeless at work. Being super fun Dad running around, then wanting to hide for months. With gaining and losing weight over and over. Getting used to meds then they stop working or something happens. I still have a hard time accepting my diagnosis but everything makes more sense now in its own way. Would just be nice to know who I’ll be tomorrow. It’s like I can’t hold myself to any expectations. It is what it is though, I’m getting help and currently don’t want to die so that’s a bonus.
Thanks for listening