Yesterday and today were awful bad. Nothing was wrong, except inside of me. I have to stop staying alone. I think about how bad my trip to visit family went, and I get torn up inside with grief. I don't know what I'm going to do.

I have to remember that this mental storm is likely to blow over. Then I have to act constructively, so I'm not living such a bereft existance. I say this, but what echoes back is just despair.