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It is now the Third day of the Third month of the year two thousand twenty-three.

I've sensed depression lurking in the near shadows, but thought I'd gotten back into a strong enough frame of mind.

Seems I was wrong. The icy claws are sinking deep into me.

It feels different this time. The familiar whispers aren't there telling me how worthless I am, how I'm not attractive, that I'll never actually be loved. None if it. Just deafening silence and this chill I can't shake.

Normally, I'm relieved to not have to hear all that. This is decidedly not good.

I know my mental state recently was... low, but I was doing better the last couple days. Guess I wasn't doing as well as I thought.

What will morning bring, I wonder. Will I wake or slip away during one of the brief periods of sleep?

I have mixed feelings either way. Some of me wants to continue on because that's a natural inclination. Part of me wants to be released, to get away from all the pain, loneliness, and deceit that permeates everything. Of course, there's a small sliver in there that doesn't know.

Either way, I'll take it one day at a time since there isn't anything else I can do.

Time will tell.

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