Me: gonna write a fic about people in rehab dealing with withdrawal in different ways, one has had a shitty time and is following advice to work through it, the other one is in denial about needing help and is doing everything wrong
Also me: Cool, it’s a perfectly healthy response to breaking a bone to be like ‘wow what a relief I really needed to not be around work for three weeks what a great thing to happen I’m cured now gonna stop taking my antidepressants’.
Also also me: Why am I dizzy and anxious about everything?














