I’m on the brink of another depressive episode. I can feel it coming. I’m teetering on the edge of the black hole that is this obnoxious disorder. My anxiety has hit the ringer in the carnival-like freak show that is my mental health.
Really, Bernard? I thought we were past this.
Bernard is what I call my brain.
The timing really could not be worse. My book tour starts t o m o r r o w. My poor executive functioning is already free falling. I haven’t been able to respond to an extremely important email since last night. It will take less than thirty seconds to do it, but I can’t. Instead, here I am, writing this post.
I got into a fight with my fiancé and I can’t even manage to text him to talk about it. Time to break up. I already took my engagement ring off.
Lol. Right back to the self-destructive behaviors that consistently destroy every good thing I have in my life.
Let’s get this show on the road.