hard to read and write. i don't know why. i guess outside my doors i give everything to just hold it together. i get home there is nothing left. so i sleep because i know if i push too hard then all hell breaks loose.
tomorrow I see the dr. i hope he thinks i still seem to be doing well. i fear that i may be slipping. but i think the paranoia is worse than anything. it robs you of the ability to enjoy your depression free moments.
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