Cognitive Restructuring is what you say I need.
A mind cannot think straight without the proper chemicals to keep the engine going.
“We will assist you in any way that we can”
As you take the back seat.
I sat beside you and watched as cocktail after cocktail was created.
I shoved them, moved them, progressed them, digested them.
I miss a day, I turn cold. I miss a day, I turn hot.
We never know what we’re going to get.
I want to turn my blood into water.
I want to turn my bones into stone.
Everyone is understanding.
No one knows what to do, though.
I’ve really been hating myself these last few days. About 5 out of every 7 days for the last month have been sad. Nothing is good. Nothing is great. My last few practicum sessions have been good, probably great by another state of mind.
I look at pictures and hate what I see. I can’t look at the video of my practicum session without being completely disgusted. I eat just to escape nausea from my meds. It’s just a matter of holding out until this passes.
Depressions is hard, guys.