My brain is fuzzy, it’s been fuzzy for a few days now which I guess is better than the depro it’s been for the last 3 weeks but fuzzy is horrible to deal with. Making sense of anything is difficult. Trying to write this is difficult. Working is difficult. I hate it. It probably doesn’t help that I found out my dad is in a Tanzanian hospital with blood poisoning and getting transfusions.
My eyelids are heavy.
Thankfully I have clinic day next week again, feels like I was there yesterday, so at least I’ll be able to have a chat to my psychiatrist and find out what’s what. The fuzz sucks. At least I have my drawings, they sort of help. But even they’re hard to do at the moment.