Diary: September 3, 2024

Dark clouds drifting in. Making fun of me, playing tricks on me. I don’t know if I can trust my own judgement, if my thoughts are real. It feels like it’s the real deal, but most of the thoughts are so surreal that they can’t be true.

The fact that I doubt my own mind makes me sad and so so tired. How can I get through my days if my mind works like this. If I can’t trust my own feelings to be real ones?

Who am I when the dark clouds drift in?