tankgrrl1

"Can't fight the seether. I can't see her til I'm foaming at the mouth."

They claim the seether is Louise, but sometimes it sure feels like me.

Depression is a dirty, sneaky, little beastie. I haven't been sick like this in over 3 years. The line between what I am and am not currently able to accomplish keeps moving.

I just need to get well. I refuse to allow this illness to continue to rob me of my dreams and goals. It's like a fucking parasite the way it eats away at my self esteem gettining stronger as I grow weaker. This is one occasion where I'd love to be a terrible host.