I’d never thought that i’d have an issue with being “good”.
“How are you Rich?”
“Yeah, good. I guess.”
But it’s deeper than that. I don’t have an issue with being good. But what do you do when being good is the normalisation between hypomania and depression? My “good” is a replacement for everything between
I feel like i’ve lost my spark. I still function day to day, as i did before Prozac. My moods have calmed, and everything is pleasant. But pleasant sucks. Pleasant is fucking boring. I feel my life and feelings are diluted.
Ironically, being good is ruining some of the best things in my life.
