So I went, and it wasn't amazing. It didn't solve all my problems. It kind of reaffirmed how much this is my problem and I have to do stuff to shake the depression.
But it is hard being told what to do, and I just nod, but then later I have no effort available, I just can't do anything.
I'm also worried they just want me to come a few times and not regularly because maybe they think I'm not that bad. But it is bad.
I really don't want to go to uni. I'm meant to be moving in 5 days and I haven't started packing. My room is a tornado of silk dresses, piled with coats and everything else, shoes, stockings, in stacks on the floor. I am so screwed and I don't want to prepare. I don't want to buy my textbooks,academic gown, or do my required course readings. I want to go somewhere and never wake up.
The Loneliness At the End of the Story
2 weeks ago