Alright so I just got back from Universal Orlando yesterday. It was fun and all but there always has to be a downside.
And it's Post-Vacation Depression.
I mean, I've had it before, but I feel this time I've had it more than ever. I hit my pillow at like 1 in the morning and I cried myself to sleep. I've almost never done that in my almost 14 years of existence. Even today after ~20 hours I walked through my door I still feel super down and almost near tears. Couple that and with November and early December generally being my least favorite time of the year and I'm absolutely miserable. The sun setting earlier also makes me really sad. Sure, I love having the sun up at 6:45 in the morning, but it's setting 10 hours later so I almost have no effect. I also feel super unproductive, cramped, and isolated. The PTD is making me like not doing anything, but I feel I have to do something except most of my other friends are also on vacation in Florida, and my house feels super cramped and lackluster compared to the hotel I stayed at. I feel life is almost meaningless if I'm not doing something. As usual even after the vacation I feel suicidal thoughts to make the pain go away. Of course I never tell my family anything because I know they'll try and """""""fix"""""""" it.
I need help.
And it's Post-Vacation Depression.
I mean, I've had it before, but I feel this time I've had it more than ever. I hit my pillow at like 1 in the morning and I cried myself to sleep. I've almost never done that in my almost 14 years of existence. Even today after ~20 hours I walked through my door I still feel super down and almost near tears. Couple that and with November and early December generally being my least favorite time of the year and I'm absolutely miserable. The sun setting earlier also makes me really sad. Sure, I love having the sun up at 6:45 in the morning, but it's setting 10 hours later so I almost have no effect. I also feel super unproductive, cramped, and isolated. The PTD is making me like not doing anything, but I feel I have to do something except most of my other friends are also on vacation in Florida, and my house feels super cramped and lackluster compared to the hotel I stayed at. I feel life is almost meaningless if I'm not doing something. As usual even after the vacation I feel suicidal thoughts to make the pain go away. Of course I never tell my family anything because I know they'll try and """""""fix"""""""" it.
I need help.
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