today I took a walk home from the library in the cold and the sensory experience of it took me back to where I was a year ago. revisiting the topic of depression in an academic context hasn't been so helpful either - I didn't expect that it would be this hard. I also feel an enormous amount of pressure to handle it as intelligently and sensitively as I can, but nothing I write feels right yet.
Exhausted and been unable to rest much since yesterday morning
“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.”
― Anne Frank
"How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on... when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back?" - Lord of the Rings
"I'll keep you locked in my head until we meet again " Pink - Who Knew