Psychiatry again...

It’s strange being back here.

Not scary, just numb. It’s like I’m watching my own life from behind a screen. Like everything is happening in front of me, but I’m just a spectator in the back row.

I know I should be proud of myself for coming back. For trying again. For showing up even when my brain is running on empty batteries. But numbness makes everything feel pointless and heavy at the same time. It’s such a weird mix. Caring and not caring simultaneously.