You wake up. You stare at your computer and try to make yourself produce something. You have deadlines. You made commitments. But you're empty. Exhausted. There's no joy in creation. Everything is forced. You know it's no good You've been here before. The knowledge does not help
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You have a string of good days and work as hard as you can, racing against your own brain. As the days add up, part of you starts to believe you're cured. This is surely what normalcy feels like. The meds have finally triumphed You've been here before. You know that's a lie
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You wake up. Everything is loud and overwhelming. Your alert, active, driven brain is too fast now: whirring confusion. You're scared and on edge. You try to relax. You can't. You've been here before. You know what's coming next
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You wake up. You stare at your computer and try to make yourself produce something. You have deadlines. You made commitments. But you're empty. Exhausted. There's no joy in creation. Everything is forced. You know it's no good You've been here before. The knowledge does not help
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