T,
Everything is resurfacing. I thought this trip was supposed to make me feel better. But I feel worse, AND I feel guilty for feeling worse, because I'm supposed to be enjoying this and having fun. It's supposed to be my trip of a lifetime, something I'll never have the chance to do again. I'm so lucky to be here but instead I'm wasting it.
Why did I ever think it would be a good idea to go so long without mental health support? I can't do this on my own. I need you, and I miss you like hell.
Annie