Undici

Had a terribly terrifying day today. Che?

Depressing day, I mean. Finally mustered enough courage to confide in my mum about it. Let's just say that she was surprised of the state I was in but not so surprised that it came to this.

"You stay cooped up at home all the time.  You rarely go out with friends anymore.  You've stopped doing the things you love, like eg. I hardly hear you play your guitar anymore. You're either out running or at home sleeping."

The sad, sad truth. I never knew she was so observant.  :')

She kinda gave me a short lecture, basically telling me that I need to get a life.  She said that I'm making myself unhappy and that I need to hang out with my friends more. I need to make the effort. For the sake of my mental health. Endorphines are not enough.

This is the first time I actually went to my mum to tell her something this personal.  I'm glad I did. She even assured me that I'm not crazy, and that if need be, she'll ask her ex-colleagues at UMMC for medical advice.

Here's to hoping the following days will be better.