My depression has made a sudden, horrible comeback, and it's really knocked me for six. I'm tired and listless, and (ugh, how cliche) it actually hurts to smile. My voice is all quiet - I can't bring myself to speak loudly or confidently. I don't want to go outside and I'm worried and feel small and anxious and vulnerable. Dan's been very sweet, trying to make me laugh and cuddling me when he's around and just making sure I'm looked after in general.
He won't let me diet either. Luckily, his version of 'dieting' is very different to mine, and he's - weirdly - letting me get away with more than usual. Or less, really.
I wish I didn't feel like this right now. We're going out tomorrow - we were meant to stay in a hotel, but I couldn't afford it - and I just don't want to be sad and shy all day. I guess I don't have much of a choice though.