Tears, pain, withdrawal tension, medication load, questioning purpose, bedbound with heat pads, stabilising decision, emotional overwhelm, relationship strain, sciatic irritation.
Mornings were hell. Screaming inside, crying, thinking: ‘Please go back to sleep…’ Yet every day I forced myself out of bed, took my meds, and kept going.

I’m from the UK — living with pain and mental illness, sharing my journals and fragments to show what it really looks like to keep going.