Not because I don't want to (right now there's nothing else I'd rather be doing) It's just not happening.
I feel anxiety and the tiredness I had when I actually went to bed at 12 am is long gone.
Yesterday (Saturday 25th Jan 2014) was an important day for me. I went to the doctors.
Something I've been avoiding. I thought "how do I tell someone I'm sick, but you can't see it?" not through my physical appearance anyway. When I'm out I put up a shield, I fix my hair and put on a smile and show the world what they want to see. Most times I do this so well, I even convince myself.
It felt weird going to the doctor. A voice in my head is laughing and saying 'what are you doing! you don't need this there is nothing wrong with you, and if there is, why can't I see it.' I'm not coughing, I don't have a fever and I'm not struggling to breath.
Afterwards I felt strange, but looking back now, relieved. That the doctor I saw treated my ailment like any other. As if I had walked in and said 'I have a fever' but I didn't, I walked in and said {very nervously} 'I'm pretty sure I have depression'