S or M?
Which of these would I label my brain? My brain is sadistic to me; yet I am my brain.
Today I had a free fall dive into depression. With it came anxiety. I have no choice but to endure. As soon as I go to the counselor the crisis will be over for no apparent reason and I’ll feel stupid as ever. If I don’t and I act on this grief, I won’t succeed and live with the shame of everyone knowing.
My mind is rotten. There is nothing left to salvage.
