I’ve crashed, I’ve crumbled and I’m struggling. I’ve had a few good weeks if truth be told. I should have documented those few highs.
Now though, I’m almost done, I’m home, proper home, but I can’t hack it. It’s too loud, too emotional, and too draining. I’m also on a dose reduction regimen with the zopiclone. Combining that with a home visit was a bad idea.
I love them all, don’t get me wrong. But I just can’t cope here. I’m in the depths of hopelessness and I don’t really understand why.
God I hate the lows. I hate the terminology, but I really am “emotionally unstable”