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This is a list of mental health resources, listed by location. Please please please please use them if you are in need and they can help. This stuff builds up over time and getting help sooner can help prevent something becoming more acute.

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United States Resources

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Suicide Hotline (988, in the United States)

I have personally called the Suicide Hotline, and they helped stabilize me long enough to get me to further care. If you need someone to help you, they're the ones, though Trans Lifeline and Trevor Project below, may be able to offer better specialized assistance.

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Trans Lifeline (1-877-565-8860)

The trans lifeline can help you reach resources you need to get the care and support you need in a world that can be pretty dark. They can help very similarly to the Suicide Hotline if you need it, or help with less severe needs as required. That said, they're a much smaller organization, and might not always be available. Please call the Suicide Hotline if you need to and they aren't answering the phone!

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Trevor Project (Website: https://www.thetrevorproject.org/, Hotline: 1-866-488-7386)

These folks specialize in helping younger LGBT folks get the care and support they need, but they'll absolutely point you in the right direction regardless of age.

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Emergency Services (911, in the United States - last resort)

If you end up calling 911 for suicidal thoughts, request to go to the local crisis center rather than the ER, because you'll likely be stuck at the ER for quite a while before they can get you to a facility that can help you. Crisis center is a much better option if it's available, but /PLEASE/ do what you have to to be safe.

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Arizona-Specific Resources

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Arizona Warm Line (602-347-1100, https://crisis.solari-inc.org/get-help/warm-line/)

This is for sub-acute conversations, but still mental-health related and is usable in the state of Arizona. I haven't used this one myself, but my therapists have recommended it in the past.

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Sierra Tucson

This place is absolutely fantastic, and is more like a mental health resort than anything. It's quite expensive, but has a brilliant residential-level program that needs to be the standard for everyone one day. Their PHP/IOP aren't worth anything though. I'd swap to Palo Verde, farther down this list, for those.

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Sonora Behavioral Health Hospital

I've only had experience with Sonora's in-patient unit, specifically the Sabino unit. Their food is /terrible/, but it's otherwise a decent enough box to stabilize in. They don't really have much in the way of in-patient therapy (that's mostly focused on medication), but if I was in trouble again I would still consider it. (The food really is awful though.) I would recommend a bag with a non-hoodie sweatshirt with all strings removed as well as a few books, since reading cam sometimes calm the mind. Also bring a phone number list, as you won't have access to any devices. You'll be able to write with very tiny pencils and blank paper, and phone access is reasonable but limited to a common line that's shared between everyone in the unit.

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Palo Verde Behavioral Health

I haven't had an experience with the in-patient unit here, aside from the intake room, since when I went there were no beds and I was allowed (barely) to leave and return for IOP. I can say that their PHP and IOP programs are quite good, and as I'm writing this I just dropped from PHP to IOP.

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Failure, Abandonment, Vice and Blood
I cannot explain the should.
I cannot explain the pain of past.
I cannot see 'yond that last.

I cannot gather the threads of time.
I cannot savor the evening's chime.
I cannot see my mirth at home.
I cannot see the worth of tomes.

I cannot see 'yond darkness deep.
I cannot see beyond my sleep.
I cannot see past mist and sand.
I cannot find my hoped-for land.

I do not know what knots I'll find.
I do ont know 'neath fear and rhyme.
I do not know my blood's sweet birth,
the bloody rivers, the crimson earth.
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This is a random list of LGBT resources that can make you smile or be otherwise helpful! If you have more than I have listed, poke me and I will gladly add to the list!

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Mental Health

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Suicide Hotline (988, in the United States)

I have personally called the Suicide Hotline, and they helped stabilize me long enough to get me to further care. If you need someone to help you, they're the ones, though Trans Lifeline and Trevor Project below, may be able to offer better specialized assistance.

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Trans Lifeline (1-877-565-8860)

The trans lifeline can help you reach resources you need to get the care and support you need in a world that can be pretty dark. They can help very similarly to the Suicide Hotline if you need it, or help with less severe needs as required. That said, they're a much smaller organization, and might not always be available. Please call the Suicide Hotline if you need to and they aren't answering the phone!

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Trevor Project (Website: https://www.thetrevorproject.org/, Hotline: 1-866-488-7386)

These folks specialize in helping younger LGBT folks get the care and support they need, but they'll absolutely point you in the right direction regardless of age.

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Arizona Warm Line (602-347-1100, https://crisis.solari-inc.org/get-help/warm-line/)

This is for sub-acute conversations, but still mental-health related and is usable in the state of Arizona. I haven't used this one myself, but my therapists have recommended it in the past.

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Emergency Services (911, in the United States - last resort)

If you end up calling 911 for suicidal thoughts, request to go to the local crisis center rather than the ER, because you'll likely be stuck at the ER for quite a while before they can get you to a facility that can help you. Crisis center is a much better option if it's available, but /PLEASE/ do what you have to to be safe.

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LGBT Rights Organizations

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Human Rights Campaign (https://www.hrc.org/about)

HRC is an organization that fights for LGBT rights across the country.

They also sell various gear in support of the cause, though I've included them here as an organization primarily.

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Clothing and Gear

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Untag (originally Trans-Missie, https://untag.com/pages/our-story)

This site sells trans-friendly swimsuits (and other clothing) of Amsterdam, though ships to the US as well as many other countries. The can and will tailor your swimsuit for your body, which is very helpful when you're trans, as (at least I) don't always fit well into standard sizes. Little pricey, especially the tailored stuff, but fantastic!

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Degenderettes (https://degenderettes.com/order#baseball)

This "friendly international genderqueer agitprop club" sells LGBT-flag colored baseball bats, hatchets, throwing axes, etc... Their website is a little broken at hte moment, but I've got one of their bats in my car and I love it. <3

They also appear to do music, though I've not personally listened to it! https://archive.org/details/TheDegenerettes

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Pridemode (https://pridemode.com/pages/about-us)

These folks sell various LGBT flavored clothing, silicone bracelets, and jewelry. I've not bought any of the clothing (yet), but I have their trans flag, pride flag, and lesbian bracelets and I like them a fair bit. I will note that they're a little wider than I like (and also have small ridges in between the color bands), but that's just due to how they're made.

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Compliments are bouncing off,
Compliments, unheard,
Compliments that shake our mind
and threaten our whole world.

Because we cannot see ourselves,
Because we cannot laugh,
We never hear our compliments;
We discard them like chaff.

But one day soon, we'll feel them all.
But one day soon, we'll see.
And one day soon when that day comes
we'll cry for victory.
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Anxiety and terror and horror and blight,
I feel all these things,
Not knowing your future,
Not knowing your past,
or hearing the songbirds sing.

I cannot explain how scared I am;
I cannot explain it at all;
To explain what I need
would require a bleed,
and a loss of hope for all.

If I enter hope and I am alive
these things I've lived shall write
to help those who aren't,
to help those who can't,
I'll shine Demosthenes' light.
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Like lightning strikes, I ground your fear
your fear of lasting life.
I short-circuit the trigger paths
and share things purely white.

A lightning rod for hope, despair,
and myriad other things
cannot but help but cry herself
from rent and torn heartstrings.

And surging for from heart so bright
I cast the darkness back.
I shout "BEGONE! YOU 'LONG NOT HERE
THIS IS THE HEALER'S PATH!"

As demons shy away from light
and from the heaven's call
Peace at last will find us sleeping.
Peace will find us all.
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My rage is now unbounded.
My fists are made of stone.
The crushing weight of terror
is destroying your home.

For in the dark and lightning
and in the whipping rain,
I cannot help be terror,
for terror is my name.

I cannot speak for windlass
I cannot speak for rope
I only see the storm's dark clouds
and future shorn of hope.
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CW for suicidal ideation on this one for sure.

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It would be so easy,
so easy just to die
a name engraved on paving-stone
or a bench that you pass by. 

It would be so easy
so easy just to die,
so easy to bleed out my veins
and not even know why.

It would be so easy
one teeny, tiny slash,
and then they're burn my body
my soul resides in ash.
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This is not mine, but was written as a response to "Just Now". I haven't been able to get into contact with him to check if it's okay to post, so if it disappears suddenly, that's why.

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This moment is precious.
This moment is yours.
But this moment is delicate,
so ensure that it's pure.

This moment is sadness,
So own your madness.
For it is yours and yours alone.
Despair and darkness come with power,
and this power is yours and yours alone


These moments are you.
These moments are us.
These moments are timeless,
where past, present, and future intersect.

These moments are now,
and these moments are then,
but in the end, I guarantee,
You will win.
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This moment is precious.
This moment is peace.
This moment is hope, and kindness, and light.

This moment is sadness.
This moment is despair and darkness, yet  life.

This moment is kindness.
This moment is the march of love amongst the stars themselves.

This moment is you.
This moment is now.
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Written on and trod on and walked on and stepped,
Crying for all the wrong reasons.
Collapsing and crushing and weeping and wept,
Stepped on for all the wrong reasons.

Because we can't stand up for ourselves.
Because we can't defend...
We're walked on.
We're the floor.
We're forgotten.
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CW: Suicidal Imagery

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I never knew what rest meant.
I never know I was tired.
I never knew past exhaustion,
and through anxiety, so wired.

I never knew what rest meant.
I never knew without hope.
I never knew past the things I can't see,
a future without a rope.
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Not being seen, by others.
Not being seen, alone.
Not being seen, forever.
Not being seen, alone.

Not being seen, I worry.
Not being seen, I tear.
Not being seen, forever.
Not being seen, I bear.

Not being seen, it kills me.
Not being seen, refused.
Not being seen, forever.
Mother choosing child after views.
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My gift is needed here.
It waits in the darkness where no one can hear.
It holds a candle, always.
It loves and it lives and it laughs.

It hides, always. It lives without restraint.
It cries, crying for all those who cannot.
It lies, telling itself it's not worthy,
But it isn't. I'm worthy of love.

My heart is mine, and no other's.
My heart is mine and mine alone.
If I gift it, it is willingly.
And never ever once because it's owed.

My love crosses boundaries unknowable.
My love shines even among the stars.
Mt heart is forever inside me,
and forever, within it, I lie.

I lie through silence and shadow.
I lie through the perilous dark.
I like through the scenes that destroy me,
and I live, forever, through art.
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Things get better.

They really do, despite all my posts to the contrary. Despite every bad day and every rough night, thing get better, and I need to recognize that.

I'm feeling pretty good tonight, and in that spirit, I want to take a moment to reflect on that. I want to take a moment to look back at my life since moving to California at the start of 2015 and see what things have changed.

Transition is the obvious one, but far from the only item on that list. I can't honestly even tell you how much it's improved my life, because the difference is so vast I don't even know how to describe it. I'm about hit my two year milestone on HRT, but in all honesty, all of this starts with moving to CA.

The major blocker, for so long, was my (unrecognized) anxiety disorder. I've been in therapy for that for almost exactly three years now, going to a wonderful therapist who I can't say enough good things about. I couldn't /be/ transitioning if it weren't for her help in beating down this monster, and the medications my psychiatrist prescribed have helped a lot as well.

Even with those two things, though, I have a lot of things to make up for. I tell people that I basically wasn't even alive before about three years ago, and that's true. I existed, but I honestly don't know what happened to me. It feels like a stranger lived that life.

And I guess that's what I've been doing. I've been trying to learn how to actually live, how to actually love and feel loved in return, and though I haven't figured out a lot of this yet, I'm almost crying just feeling the weight of what's happened to me in the past few years. And oh yeah, I'm learning how to cry. >.<

And I so very badly need to. >.<

I have a lot of pain inside, and it almost kills me every single day, but every time I manage to cry even a tiny bit of it out, the relief is not even comprehensible by saner minds. >.< I'm learning how to feel. I'm learning how to write. But before any of that, I'm learning how to cry, and maybe, if I'm very lucky, it will save me.

I love you all, and I'm still here, and still fighting. I don't know how to handle this, and I don't know how to survive, but I am, and I don't know what to do with that either. XD

- Zeta
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CONTENT WARNING: Disturbing imagery lies within. May trigger anxiety / PTSD.
 
I'm not quite sure why I'm writing these down, but I think it has something to do with a) keeping tabs on my mental health, and b) hopefully finding some story inspiration in them. May as well get *something* out of them. >.< If you want the last update, you can find it here.
 
Note that these are not particularly coherent, but the shards of memory I had upon awakening. Only items in [] have been added as sort of editor's notes after the fact.
 
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<Undated>
 
For some reason, I was at home [parents' place] (staying in my room) and everything was tense, but alright. I think at some point (don't remember it - reconstructed) I decided that I as done and basically stopped talking. TERRIFIED of mom, getting worse and worse, tension ramping exponentially. Somehow I was more comfortable with my dad, and invited him into room, gently told him. This was the last time, and he cried, but understood (or thought he did?). Couldn't leave, ever. >.< I will not ever return, not even for their funerals.
 
<Undated>
 
Terrified in a hotel room or dorm, racing between the levels. Trying to find the car and the right floor to exit on. Keep guessing wrong. Wrong elevator, wrong floor, strange signs on the floors. Shopping mall on one??? Parking below ground but above some rooms? Can't find it, just want to be safe! >.< Crying, desperate, sacred. Sobbing, dying, black. Crying, crying, crying, bleeding choking trying to hold neck together throat cut no voice. Crying, choking on blood.
 
<6/24/2017>
 
Chased around workplace by someone with a gun. Someone who wanted to murder me specifically. Very, very angry. Enraged. I think coworkers may have tried to help, but it still feels like they abandoned me. >.< Ended up racing up and down elevators trying to hide, then stairs (pairs non-intersecting?) next to elevators first, then another set at one end of the building? Other end had one too? [May be memories of College of Dupage?]
 
Eventually ended up racing down the hall on the third floor and recognized it. It was the second floor of the main building at my highschool. Ducked into (or tried to) one of the offices and ended up shot in the back, blew out a lung. Throat cut by a knife.
 
I died on the operating table. But somehow, some small piece of me refused to die. Extensive cybernetic surgery followed, replacing my brain, spine, and some other parts, and I eventually woke up, but I was dead. Some sort of precious, one-of-a-kind arithmetic engine was slotted into my brain, and I was finally able to cry. >.<
 
Before I passed out again, I held my kitty close and made them promise that when I finally died, they would give it [the engine] to my daughter, whose life it might finally save.
 
More crying, feeling of being ripped / whole, and woke up.

Nero

May. 7th, 2017 05:26 pm
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CW: Violence, Anxiety, Depression
 
Time for another weird one. (Feel free to blame The History of Rome podcast, which I've been re-listening to over the last week. Or, if you want to go meta, feel free to blame my anxiety, which has been spinning out of control the last couple weeks and demanding constant unhealthy input leading to re-listening to The History of Rome podcast?) Anyways, here's a weird one. It's going to be a mix of my typical status blogs, and a bit of unexpected empathy yet again. Think something in the vein of Orlando.
 
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Anxiety has been beating the fuck out of me lately. >.< I've had a few good days, but quite a lot more bad ones, and even though I'm making major progress in my therapy as of late, I'm just about ready to collapse. >.< From shame about my sexuality and very identity to depression that won't let me feel anything at all in the last two days, it just keeps coming. It feels like I'm being physically hammered on, as though someone is trying to break me with iron when they couldn't break me with tears. >.<
 
(Author's note: Yes, I am getting better, but it just doesn't feel like it right now. >.<)
 
Therapy on Thursday this week was particularly bad, and I was actually unable to get unstuck when we went searching through my past. (My therapist performs EMDR, meaning we go back and reprocess things, then return to the present.) In many ways, I'm still stuck there today, and it doesn't feel very good. >.< [VIOLENCE WARNING] I'm still lying there bleeding on the cold concrete floor, crying in a pool of my own blood and vomit, stab wounds oozing from my back, unable to do anything else but die. I'm still freezing, unable to see past the pain and tears, everything so, so dark. >.<
 
And so when I found an unexpected feeling of empathy yesterday, it really really shocked me. Because I wasn't the only one hurt, pressed into a life I only ever hated, and that ripped my soul apart. I wasn't the only one who wished she could hide from all the world, her music the only thing that kept her going. And you know what? I'd have made a terrible emperor too.
 
I feel very much like a dragon who's had her wings ripped off, and is bleeding out despite her best attempts. And it *hurts*. >.<
 
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(Author's note: It feels out of place putting this here, but I know I'll be asked if I don't say. No, as far as I can recall, I've never been physically abused, but apparently that doesn't stop my dreams from ripping me apart. >.<)

Kvothe

Feb. 26th, 2017 09:25 am
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CW: Mental damage, mentions of suicide.
 
It's been a while since I've written a journal, and it hasn't really been much fun. Some good things have happened, some bad ones, and I'm pretty sure I've been hurting myself by not working some of this out on paper. This is my attempt to deal with some of that.
 
You're probably wondering about the title of the journal, and I should probably try to make some sense of that.
 
I recently read a couple books that have kicked me a bit out of sorts. The Name of the Wind, The Slow Regard of Silent Things, and The Wise Man's Fear devastated me in a way I never expected. There's... a lot of pain in those books, and there's a lot of pain in my heart, and I don't know how to deal with it either. There are a lot of days where I just want to curl up and die.
 
I want to cry, and shake, and cry and hide... to disappear completely. I want my mind to stop grinding against itself like shattered glass, screaming breaking noises, and screeching noises, and screaming and screaming and screaming until I finally die. I fight insanity *every* *single* *day*, the loss of self and heart and home that seems to be ever stronger. I hold death itself at bay with fear and force of will, and fear the loss of myself far, far more than that of my body. And yet, I know what the grip of insanity feels like, and it would kill me in an instant.
 
I just want to stop being ripped apart inside. I want to be able to function as a normal human being. I want safety, and sanity, and home and love and quiet. I want to be able to listen to music without it having to be a shield against my fear. I want to be able to feel my cat's love, and my girlfriend's, and that of all those who try to tell me they care. I want to stop being broken inside, and I want to cry. >.<

Nightmares

Dec. 26th, 2016 04:51 pm
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[Writer's note: I made myself write this one, because I need too, not because it's comfortable. Disturbing, violent imagery follows. You've been warned.]

The last couple of nights have been rough ones. Nightmares, one actually recurrent (the first time I've actually had one of those), have haunted me pretty badly and left me exhausted, even after what should be a solid night's rest. Thankfully, I'm writing this after two nights of relatively safe sleep, but if I tell you that I took my emergency Lorazepam for the first time, I think you'll understand.

The first night, I dreamt of fire... fire and water. I was a marine, or some manner of soldier on a river with (indistinct) others, and the area we were in was very hot. Gunships raced the skies above, and though I could see everything both from the ground and a bird's eye view simultaneously, I could feel the adrenaline racing through my heart. The dream lasted hours, finally disappearing into a fog after a last massive spike of terror. A massive airship, a bomber, I think, was shot down above us and came crashing down into the river. I tried to dodge it, and *mostly* made it, but so many died. The entire river erupted in flames and terror and crying. >.< I could smell the burnt flesh, and the screams ripped into my heart like a knife.

The second night was even worse, though I cannot remember it now. Recalling the first to write what I have has blanked it from my memory, but only for now, I suspect. >.< The one recalled above was my first recurrent nightmare, and I am absolutely certain the second will revisit me again too. >.<

As for the Lorazepam... I took it on the third night, and it worked, much as I was afraid it might. I had the most restful sleep I've had in what is probably months, and that's a dangerous thing to finally see. >.< The fact that I slept through any negative effects it would have had on me means my first impression was 100% positive, and that's not good. It's hard not to take it now.

That said, I'm not going to take it again, unless I absolutely need it, and I'm going to be speaking to my doctor about it at the next visit. I'm honestly really scared that it made that much of a difference. I actually felt like a safe, happy human being for most of the next day.
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I haven't been taking care of myself again, and now I'm paying the price. Been missing my meds here and there, letting other things like work become more important than self-care. (Note: not a lot of misses, but more than I should have.)

And so I'm pretty messed up.

The damned thing is that I usually can't tell immediately, or even quickly, when I've gone off the rails. It takes a while for my brain to clue in that something is wrong. And something is wrong today. Something was wrong yesterday, too, which is why I've forced myself to stop today when I'm supposed to be working. And stopping is really, really hard. The last two days, I've spent, respectively, ~14 and ~10 hours working, way too many hours in too short a period of time. I've been hyper-focused on it, and even now my brain is chewing on what I was working on in the background, refusing to stop. I justified that time, saying that I wanted to learn what I was working on, but it was still far too much.

When my brain gets like this, stopping is really, really hard. I could literally kick my VM back on, or boot up my work laptop and work until I literally self-destruct, much like I did around June, 2015. If I gave in, I'd work until I cried and shook and shattered, crying into my pillow for my terrible shattered mind.

And so, I'm trying not to get there. I'm trying, as hard as I can, to stop that cycle.

I already took a couple of steps today to take care of myself, but I'm not quite sure how not to shake right now. I'm trying to sit here in Starbucks until I can relax, but it almost seems like I need to go take melatonin and crash out to sleep. (I'm trying not to do that, too, since messing up my sleep schedule will make things even worse.)

And so, I sit here, hurting. >.<

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