[after a day of intense competency, forward motion on both job search and a personal project, and general Getting Shit Done] wow, i'm moving past the awfulness. i feel okay. i'm not panicking. is this the legendary "go time?" am i even mentally ill anymore?

[after a night of screaming anxiety dreams and a morning where i could just barely drag my ass out of bed to do a pointless Teams interview, eat a shit-ton of carbs and collapse back in bed] hmm. (insert Bowie's "All The Madmen" here)