Am in that lovely mental space where I can't decide if I'm stressed by real events, or if I've stumbled into a bipolar episode.
My grandad had a stroke the other week, my dad had pneumonia and my brother's girlfriend was signed off with depression. That trifecta made me edgy/anxious but I was OK.
I am in a new city, studying medicine, but it's going OK and I got 80% on my first exam.
I've been having nightmares that I can't remember the next day, but I have been trying to scream in my sleep. I know this because I wake up hoarse. The only sound that comes out is a kind of whine.
Most days I can't be bothered to shower or get up. I have missed 3 weeks of uni.
Everything seems like effort.
I drank a whole bottle of wine the other night (I don't normally drink) to see if it changed my mood.
I notice when I walk around I stare at the floor now and not the sky.
I thought a guy had a crush on me but now I'm not sure and I feel fundamentally ugly/fat/unloveable.
I have had thoughts of using my dissection kit to cut myself. And occasional thoughts that I'd be better off dead.
It is happening again isn't it?