13,242 Days Alive
1 Chimichanga Eaten
Let me start off with the positive: thanks to the kindness of certain people, I am able to buy cat food and groceries. And the date with Cleo went well, though I learned that Taco Bus’ chairs are fantastically uncomfortable.
I have a good job, if difficult, and my hard work is often recognized with praise. My mental health is doing… okay? Ish? I’m not actively wanting to kill myself right now.
But, I’m still struggling. I have anxiety. And I get that. But man do I worry a lot.
I know things should all turn out all right. I just have to both have faith and work towards my goals as best I can.
I’m tired. I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 