Not been great, not been too bad. Coping, I guess.
Anxiety gave me seizures and major breakdowns. Some things resumed in an even bigger disappointing way.
Everything's chaotic and I seem unable to accomplish anything.
Although that's not entirely true. I ended up writing that big thesis I was so affraid of, and I enjoyed it. I now have a master's degree, totally and completely useless, but hey... I made it.
Work has been hell, but wasn't it always?
I feel so empty.
I also read a lot. That is nice.
I kinda need a break.
