I stopped going to therapy because my therapist left - and so did the replacement... And I've been waiting a month now for my new one to contact me. It sucks. Ever since therapy stopped, ive lost direction and have gone downhill so much. I was so happy.

Anhedonia, I suppose. Nothing feels right. Nothing feels good. The wall I sit and stair at somehow makes me restless and agitated and the meth I take to medicate that feeling soothes it for a second.

"I will work to elevate you... Just enough to bring you down."

I'm so lost and hopeless. I feel like doing nothing. On the drug, I feel a tiny bit like I can do something but.. it's primarily because I took meth.

It all sucks.