Been having a tough time with mental health. I spent the better part of a year approaching it like an auto repair or an injury, like something I could just work hard to fix and then move on from. But I'm coming to terms with the fact that it's probably something I'm going to have to attend to very regularly forever. Which means instead of a work-life balance I have to figure out a work-work-life balance. Which really sucks because I really, really just want to be normal. I had a really good job earlier this year and had to give it up because it was causing me to neglect my mental health, which made me unable to do my job well, and I just fucking hate that this is a problem I have for no good reason. I find myself jealous of combat vets because at least their trauma came with something to be proud of, meanwhile I'm just a human shelter dog. It feels like I'm missing a limb.
Taking some comfort in flipping back through my journal and seeing how much progress I've made in just a few months. Trying to be okay with slow/incremental progress.
I'm tempted to just take retard pills so I can't worry or feel anymore and bumble through life like a normie/NPC/zogbot/whatever.