To live is to be hopeful
A lot has happened since I last posted here. I moved out of the house with shitty housemates and moved into another place with shitty housemates. I got covid and the flu and my UC got so bad I had to take new drugs. And I probably had one of the worst depression episodes of my adulthood. I don't know if you can call it an episode if it lasted like 10 days. but man was I fighting for life. Covid, as you know, is pretty bad, as an immigrant who just moved to a new country and a new apartment it's worse. But I told people when I had covid and they brought me food and bought me groceries. Someone was a dick to me and told me I was gonna make everybody else sick by not being careful. *I was only using the fucking kitchen at midnight and I always wore masks. Always. So the next time I got the flu, I didn't tell people. I think I stayed in my room for a week. And I only ate untoasted bread with honey and bananas. And the flu was worse than covid, I had a high fever for 3 days and ...