meds
day 70 of not taking antidepressants. i’m still able to wake up. do stuff. be productive.
but slowly the sadness comes creeping back in. before i realise it, my suicidal thoughts return and i’m now having passive suicidal ideation.
just earlier this week when i boarded planes, both during my departure flight and return flight, in the back of my head i was thinking, “wouldn’t it be nice if this steel bird were to just… fall down?”
i’m restarting my meds.
