Gone is the aura of positivity and "I-don't-do-negative-emotions-because-they're-a-waste-of-energy". Gone is the progress of trying to be a better person.
Enter suicidal thoughts, over-eating, reliance on alcohol, inability to concentrate, the difficulty to understanding your emotions because you feel like there's a heavy suffocating blanket on your mind, enter the difficulty of getting up or remembering to shower or to take pills or to pretend to be pleasant so people would leave you alone. Enter light sensitivity. Enter wanting to get back with your ex so he could finally kill you. Enter over-dramatization. Enter the obsession with sharp objects: butter knives, bread knives, meat cleavers, razors, scissors, the rim of the can of olives I just opened, letter openers and edges of paper.
Enter my good old friend.
It's been a while.