It's been a while

I just needed to write my thoughts down somewhere.

It's been about 6 months since I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. I actually cried on the way home because I was so happy to have been reassured I wasn't making it all up. I tried talking to friends and family before it but it was just shrugged off as "we all have bad days" or didnjust they't believe me when I said that I don't know what's wrong which makes them think I'm being a drama queen.

During these 6 months I've had my ups and downs but for the most part the amount of happiness I had vastly outweighed the negatives and I definitely felt like nothing was holding me back anymore. Getting a new job and my first datw was probably the two biggest forms of happiness I've ever felt. For breif moment I felt truly loved and makes me believe that someone else might be out there who will stick with me a little longer.

Now both of those happy memories are slowly rotting away. I still love the job but the lack of hours that are available is effecting my income and thus means I need to find more work to compensate. And for the date, it went well but after the second meetup I was told I wasn't her type, which hit me like a truck as I really didn't expect it. It was still an overall positive experience but I'd rather not be single right now.

I'm just a little down that my happinesses is coming and going. I'll get there again.

I feel the need to write more but there is a word count.