28/02/2019

So I didn’t get up at 8.30am. Not even close. I swear to God if someone could come round everyone morning and just scream at me until I got out of bed I’d pay good money for that service. I’m just useless in the morning, absolutely useless. I go to bed feeling motivated and certain, and then wake up the next morning and there’s nothing. It makes me want to put my meds down further, but seeing as they’re already lower than the doctor thinks they are, and I’m on a low dosage already. The fear of bad symptoms coming back is holding me back but I hate that, I hate that so dam much.

Aaargh frustration coming through. To be honest though, today’s been better than yesterday in the sense that I’m not beating myself up so much. It’s pouring it down with rain and so it wouldn’t have been the best day to go into town anyway, perhaps I’ll go Sunday. Currently I’m just working my way through Breaking Bad on Netflix lol.. there’s worse ways to fill the time.

Laters.