I’ve passed through whole days, sometimes it stretches out to weeks. Just long… draggy days… Not feeling happy, not feeling sad. Just simply unwell. But not in the sick way either.
They always say that when you’ve hit rock bottom, the only way to go is up and that’s actually a good place to be. There are far worse places to be at. I scoffed. Until now, cause it feels like i’ve fallen off a cliff and i’m waiting to hit the bottom, except that it’s worse. I’m suspended in mid air. I’m not even falling. I’m just stuck.
And it’s getting really frustrating.