Retail and Therapy

My baseline for my mood has been so much better this last week. I got my first job and feel like there might be hope for me to function outside of institutions. What a novel concept for the girl who has thousands of dollars spent on professionals for her each week to keep her from killing herself.

Survival of the Fittest

I think about Darwin sometimes. Evolution and survival of the fittest. Put me in a time machine to the caveman era and I would rot in my cave alone or be kicked out of the clan. Depression, anxiety, bipolar, would feed me to the figurative and literal wolves.
Without the aid of the 21st century “life support”: meds, therapy, sober livings, intensive outpatients, and more meds: people like me…we would rot in our caves of closed blinds, isolation, Netflix, razor blades, pills, alcohol, and food that gets eaten or not.