
Makes me think how lucky I am to have a roof overt head to be honest.
But then all of a sudden BOOM!! My mood dropped!!
I went from being "okay ish", to feeling so low and crying my eyes out to one of the volunteers. I ended up going to the restroom and self harming, and then had to once again have stitches.
Also while at the shelter I has a panic attack and don't know why.
Is keeping busy suppose to be this draining?
