I managed to graduate college this spring, by the skin of my teeth and the unstoppable force that is my advisor. 

Now I am home, and I am in my apartment barely going outside. I play with my rats, I binge-eat food I can't afford or don't eat for days at a time, I look for a long time at job applications I don't finish, and I dig around in the pile of clothing that I "unpacked" so I can go into the kitchen. 

I am going to run out of meds in a couple of weeks. I am already out of adhd meds. I think I've found a DBT group, but it starts in July. I know I am being a disaster and it's all my fault and I should just be able to stop myself but here I am. Ugh.