I have glandular fever. I have no proper job. Everyone around me has something to do with their life. I don't have any dreams. I don't have any ambitions. I was left by someone I really cared about. And that someone found someone else so quickly and already moved on. And I'm still here, stuck. I hate this. I try so hard to look on the bright side of things, I've been doing everything in my power to make myself happy. Yet I seem to be failing miserably. Yes I am getting things done. Yes I am trying to do the right thing. But when I'm alone at home and can't fall asleep there's nothing good that I can think about. It fucking sucks.
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Hey Veronica,
As I'm sure you're aware, I went through some pretty rough times a couple of years ago. I went through some serious depression and tried quite a few things to help me cope with it. In the end, what really worked for me was music and running.
I used to run a LOT. Pretty much everyday. It helped me goto sleep at night and not stay up overthinking.
It helped me de-stress and get fit, which in turn made me feel good about myself.
Also, go out. Lots. I partied pretty mush 2-3 times a week at that time.
So yeah, easier said than done, but give it a shot. And if you need to hang out sometime, let me know.
Cheers,
S.
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