I’ve averaged 3 hours of sleep all week. I’m tired. I’m mentally, physically and emotionally drained. My intrusive thoughts are the loudest thing in the room. 

My mood cycles so quickly when I’m this tired. I wish it was a manic day. The energy and motivation is worth the crash that I know will happen after. 

I’m not alone. I have friends and family that I’m learning to let in but right now in this moment I’ve never felt more alone. Trying to make the best out of a mental health diagnosis that’s so fucking complicated is hard y’all.