Everything was great in the first week of April. Something happened then. Since then, I have been feeling not-so-good to horrible.
Triggers everywhere. I don’t want to do many things I used to love. I don’t want to be with most people I know. I don’t want to be at most social events that I used to go to. I want to be in a cave by myself away from the society, doing very few things, but wanting to do them a lot.
Out go Facebook, Twitter, Skype, Viber, and Instagram. Whatsapp and Email are minimum, and I sound rude when I do respond. Enter guitar learning, Stargate watching, and sports following (cricket, sports entertainment, and now football).
Every now and then, I seem to come out of its clutches. Then I fall back. Pharmacotherapy and cognitive behavioral therapy help me survive.
I hurt most people in my life in one way or the other. I don’t want to, really. But I can’t help it. I hope I won’t leave it too late, before everyone’s had enough of me.
(Originally posted on Neveralst)