Ananda

Ups and downs are inevitable, but when the downs come I forget about everything else. I worry I’ve gone back to the start, I think about increasing my meds and going back to therapy. Its an awful feeling, worrying about relapsing. As much as my friends tell me that if I relapse it’s OK—and I say the same to my friends—it’s something I forget to believe as soon as I’m low again. For my birthday, my mum got me a bracelet with the date I last self harmed on it, I use it as a reminder of how far I’ve come and as an incentive not to go back to that place.

I’ve been sleeping a lot more recently, when I get in from college, through the weekend. I think my parents are aware of it now as my dad told me it wasn’t good. To be honest though, I’m tired all the time and I’m not sure if that’s to do with my depression and anxiety or a separate issue. After an eight-hour day at college plus the two hours it takes to get there and back I’m exhausted. ♦