I really liked it when I was going through mania—the complete opposite of right now. But lately I’ve noticed how empty I feel. Like most things now, it feels impossible and that I physically cannot do it. I don’t know how to describe it. But I guess that’s depression for you. I know that I need to get better, but I’m so familiar with these feelings that I don’t want to. It’s what I know.
I think I will swear off of men again. These feelings remind me why I swore off of them the last time. And the time before. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Thank you for taking the time to type out such a thoughtful reply. You give me hope that there are others out there that have such sincerity and empathy.