Still feel like the rug's been pulled out from beneath me. Fitness regime stalling, sleep regimen all over the place, not eating right. Able to achieve basic motor functions more than the last two days, though managing to get dressed and brush my teeth won't win me a Nobel anytime soon. Anxiety manageable, but depression conquers all. Currently asleep or in bed for more hours than I'm out of it, still extremely reluctant to leave the house, and cower away at the thought of any kind of social contact other than with extremely close friends.
Made it to therapy, but there's still only one thing I'm talking and/or thinking about.
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