First i have plenty to be thankful for… my children… family… a career… a roof over my head. Today i am not forgetting those things.
But on my mind is how do you drudge through the bullshit? The mental illness… knowing if someone is real and not full of shit. My thoughts are altered often as im needy yet i don’t believe the words said. My judgment can be off and with my maladaptive coping skills it’s not a good combination.
Still im in good spirits just restless and ill take that over depression anyday.