It’s strange how the sadder I feel, the more I feel the need to write. Maybe that’s why my writing has been more sporadic recently, I simply don’t feel the need to do it so often. I actually feel ok.
I’m more optimistic that maybe I can maintain, maybe. The anorexia remains strong but depression wise, I’ve been managing really well the past few months. What a relief! I’m starting to think ahead, where to live, when to leave, what to do while I wait for uni. All questions I want answers for but no one to provide them.
I’m not ready, but will I ever be?