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Lately, I haven't even been able to lie in bed and mindlessly scroll through my phone, let alone engage in baking or consume any content. And today, it happened again, and I thought I was going to die (again). Every year, it gets worse and worse and worse and worse and worse and worse and worse, and this is the most f***ed up of them all. I haven't felt this strongly about the idea of self-destruction in a long time.
Added 7 minutes later
^ When I briefly dared to think that the symptoms had subsided.