I don't think my brain likes me much these days.

Admittedly, it used to like me a lot less, but for some reason I'm feeling a lot of shit that I haven't felt in a very long time.

It doesn't help that I have less physical and mental energy to deal with it than I used to, but I suppose the benefit of that is that I can't really muster up much of a reaction beyond "just... go fuck yourself" (to my negative emotions, not to any actual people).

Also, lol. Found out about a month ago that my psychiatrist just kind of fucked off, got married, left the country, sold her practice, and decided to tell literally none of her patients. Not even a simple email. "Irresponsible and dangerous" is an absolute understatement. I'm just lucky I had no particular attachment to her.

Although, apparently she told some colleagues like the day or week before, which is... something?

I didn't like her much, but she gave me my candy and now I have to find a new Willy Wonka.

Not many super choices, but maybe I'll find a decent confectioner. Have recs from my therapist (who's probably the most understanding person I've ever met and fucking fantastic at her job because of it), but might just take a look at this psych who took over the practice out of curiosity and just for funsies.

So, earlier than expected appointments I'm guessing it'll be for me. Yay. (Actually, I don't mind the earlier appointment with therapist, but psychiatrists are a different beast for me.)