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I'm currently going through one of the shitty parts of medicated depression: a downward spiral of hurt and feeling guilty for being hurt. It kind of fucking sucks. Hold that. There's no 'kind of' here, it REALLY fucking sucks. I'm allowed to feel hurt AND I'm allowed to react to being hurt.
And if part of that reaction is to withdraw for a couple of days until I'm done licking my wounds, then why the fuck do I feel so guilty about it?
( The reason for the curious. )
Paul, though, has been really good about this. He had a little something to give me for when I needed a pick-me-up and I can't stop wearing it. He's also not chiding me for turning off my phone or putting away my laptop. I'm also shutting off comments to this post because I don't think I can handle kindness right now.
And if part of that reaction is to withdraw for a couple of days until I'm done licking my wounds, then why the fuck do I feel so guilty about it?
( The reason for the curious. )
Paul, though, has been really good about this. He had a little something to give me for when I needed a pick-me-up and I can't stop wearing it. He's also not chiding me for turning off my phone or putting away my laptop. I'm also shutting off comments to this post because I don't think I can handle kindness right now.
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