My mental breakdown was 4 months ago. I had ‘flipped out’ as mother likes to put it. The pills make me sleepy during daytime so I’m writing this in the evening. Doctor says it’ll take a year before I can fully recover, before my misery can end.
My mind’s a mess, thoughts are scattered everywhere like things in a messy room and all thoughts are negative. I have lost my way and I don’t think I can live in this upside-down world for a year— I have occasional suicidal ideations.
I still don’t know what triggered it. I’m sure that lockdown played its part but how I started to lose my way is still unclear to me.
Crucial to finding the way is this: There is no beginning or end.
Posted over at dverse