I have spent the last two weeks praying for an end, and then all of a sudden I realized today I feel "OK". This is my least favorite roller coaster ever. It's worse than Son of Beast.
I spent the last two weeks at least heavily wanting my body to stop functioning. No plan, not thinking of actively doing anything, just wanting an end. Launching my type 2 diabetes into the stratosphere, not giving a shit about my iron levels for my hereditary Hemochromotosis, pissed when I woke up every morning. Today it's like everything is fine. It's so damn tiring climbing up the hill and then plummeting without seeing the top, and then climbing again, repeat. Fucking hell.