isolation
It's a bad one and all I can think is 'hope has left the building'. With it went security (everything fails) and ambition (what's the point?). When you expect nothing you're rarely disappointed. This is the first time I've fallen back in my pit in awhile. At least I recognize it and it doesn't seem too be as deep. It doesn't lessen the pain any, though. Almost like having an epiphany and getting hit by a Mack truck at the same time. It came on so sudden and so hard. My own thoughts and emotions are my enemy. I know this. When I fall back down that's all I have. This may seem scattered, I'm rambling but at least I'm trying. If everything fails...maybe the meds are too?