The bottom has fallen out. I thought I had reached the bottom end of my low mood, but it looks like I can go even lower.

But I have to keep up the stupid facade of being "fine" because no one outside of my treatment team wants to deal with the details, not even my own mother.

So I fake it and everyone is satisfied with that. It's incredibly superficial but that's what it is. So I live to see another day with the family intact until I can't stand the stupidity of this situation anymore, at which point I can just f-off and leave my family alone.

Quite the life eh? It's just BS all the way down.