Hi everyone, it’s me. Life has been going well for me. I’ve been taking my medication religiously. I’m 229 days sober. I’m going back to school and enjoying it. Things have been slowly rebuilding in my life. Also, I just turned 28 this month. I really enjoyed the party (Thanks mom and dad for setting it up). All my friends were there. More friends and family showed up than last year. I hope that I will continue to make more friends. I’ve been spending a lot of time talking with Dario and watching anime together. He’s been through all my ups and downs and yet remains loyal to me even when he has seen me at my worst. He’s good company. I pester him daily to get on Discord and he usually can answer, and we just shoot the shit about life. Good guy. It's hard to find the motivation to do things when your ability to derive pleasure from things is severely hampered by anhedonia. I still to this day struggle to find fulfillment in doing things alone, because I am only beginning to lear...
'For if man had all other goods, but not friendship, he would not choose to live.' I've found this statement to be absolutely true. You can have all the latest gadgets and electronics, amenities and luxuries, but if you don't have friends, then you're probably not a happy camper. No one is more sad than a person without friends. I've found that you have to choose your friends wisely, however. You have to be able to take off your mask and just be yourself around your true friends. True friends won't make you wear a mask and walk on eggshells just to fit in. Just because you fit in, doesn't mean you belong. Alone time is peaceful, but over time, without social interaction, the mind begins to run amok. You begin to see danger everywhere and start to recluse even more. You'll even begin to lose desire in solo activities such as reading, gaming, or even watching YouTube, because you're yearning for connection to balance out these endeavors. Nothing w...
There's something romantic about driving alone in your car at night listening to music that takes you out of this world. The only thing that matters at the moment is me, myself, and I, in a world that is virtually indifferent to my existence, the mind given free rein to explore reality with a certain flavor that is unique to me and me alone. True romance for me is dead, and so is she, just like the burial of the rose-colored glasses that used to taint my vision of life, clouding sight of how it really is. I'm left with music prompting memories of a distant past that can never be recovered.
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