I’m just really tired.
Last week I told my therapist that I do my best to appreciate what I have, and day-to-day note the happy little things that keep me ticking over. Like finding a £10 note, or chocolate milkshake, or skittles, or spooning. I’ve struggled for years to get to this point and she looked me dead in the eye and said: “but everything is not okay, is it?”
You fucking what?