Tired

I'm going to work full time again, after taking some time off. Yesterday was my first day of working 8 hours, after one month of reintegration period.

The thing I noticed the most is how awfully tired I am these days. My gf reminded me again, how long I've been away from the normal life and that I should slow the fuck down/take it fucking easy. I think right now, I could use this reminder tatooed on my forehead.

I keep on feeling bad for not being able to work like I used to. Guilt, fear and their buddies keep bullying me, but I need to give them the finger. Fuck you, I need more time to recover. This is not over. I need to find a therapist, to keep working on my mental health.

PS: I think this blog is the most honest stuff I have written (and said) in a hot while. It feels like I'm puking on the paper again, like I used to in the "dark times". Fuck yeah!