I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to pack. I don’t want to get on a plane. I don’t want to be ‘on’ for the entire week. Dreading this. Makes me wonder if the meds are becoming less effective. They only work until they don’t. Could depression be looming? Am I right for this role? Am I a poser? Does anyone else feel the same?
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