These past couple months have been so awful. I don’t understand it. I feel like I’m doing all the right things. Meds, going to therapy- and actively participating in therapy at that and using proper coping mechanisms. But I am so down. The depression only seems to be getting worse. I’ve given up a lot of hope that things could get better. I know I’ll survive but it’s almost like every second of the day is excruciating. I’ve missed many classes recently and have failed to turn in many assignments. I am more than likely going to fail one class. I’ll get C’s in the other three, which isn’t ideal. My parents will be so upset if they find out. I’m so disappointed in myself. I had to withdraw from school last year in the middle of the semester because I wouldn’t leave my dorm because of the depression and anxiety. It was a really big deal and extremely difficult to deal with for me, as I have always been an honor roll student. This isn’t how things were supposed to be. And now, a year later, it’s like I’m in the same place, despite all the effort and fight I have put in. It’s so discouraging. On top of all that, I’m having some stomach issues which just sucks. Binge eating disorder + anxiety + IBS = not a good combo. Thanks for reading my ramblings. As always I’m open to advice and encouragement.