I know people with mental illness have to act like double agents everyday, but lately I have been feeling more and more unknown to myself.
everyday I wake up not knowing who I am and what I might do today. This morning, I woke up and decided that I didn’t want to go to work, so I smoked, call my job, and went back to bed. I woke up 3 hours later really kicking myself in the ass for not going.
What is going on with me? Sometimes I’m looking out through eyes that might not be mines.
Am I still going through a rebellious period? Do I have nothing to work and strive for?
Has anyone felt this way? Is it my addiction or my mental illness?