I'm off work. again. with depression. again. I'm terrified of losing my job. again. I'm in debt and even though I have a wonderful DP I just feel so bloody lonely. I'm also turning into a grumpy critical moo and I wish I was less quiet and passive about depression. I wish I could just go and smash something or shout and scream and cry. But instead I'm just here feeling very small, tearful and lost.
I don't even know if writing this will help but being awake when the whole city is asleep is just so isolating.