Ever since I was diagnosed roughly a year ago, I've loved being constantly busy because that means I don't have much spare time to think about anything. I work nearly every day, and today was my first day off all week and I spent it...in my bed...feeling sorry for myself and overthinking absolutely everything.

I'm beyond excited to start school again while working solely so I don't have to think about how shitty my life is and how awful I feel about myself 24/7