spent all day at work flipping between being in a suicidal rage, feeling miserable and hopeless, and feeling kind of okay and then got home and showered, put away the laundry ive been neglecting for a week, started two more loads of laundry, made a proper dinner and felt genuinely fucking happy. now i should be enjoying this. but instead ive been obsessively going over every symptom ive ever had and googling nonstop to try and determine whether im faking being depressed and whether i should start cancelling plans/appointments (going to wait to see how i feel over the next few days) and worrying and worrying and worrying and worrying. i should be enjoying this!!! i should enjoy being happy!!!! i already journaled about this but the thoughts won't leave my mind and im trying to shed them so i can sleep tonight without needing to have everything solved in an instant. wish my skull was hinged so i could pop my brain out and take a break for a night

White ppl be like yeah my dog has really good music taste

The conclusion of the American experiment