So I spent the holidays in the psych ward of my local hospital. Spent 10 days there in a bid to get treatment that might finally work for me. I didn't. It's a unique feeling to fight through your feelings of guilt and failure and work up the nerve to ask for help... Only to be told that you've failed to convince a doctor that you need more help with your depression.
That did wonders for my self worth.
It's safe to say, it's been a rough season. But I'm hoping I'll feel able to get back to burning with a vengeance ASAP.