InsaneJournal

Somedays... stab stab stab cut stab.
Despite all my attempts to focus on my teeth; mouth washes and special toothpastes and flossing. I just found what I think is a cavity. Luckily, I have a dentist appointment tomorrow. Unluckily I think it might be a case of, which cavity to fill and come back in two months. And this appointment had been postponed twice because of the holidays and me coming to terms with needing fillings at all; trying to get over feeling like a failure. Now, when I KNOW I've been conscientiously handling my orgal hygiene, including washing my mouth out with water at the very least after damn near every meal. The low I feel right now... well, it's not suicidal. But it's FUCKING damn debilitating depressed. And I've tried for hours to just cope; but maybe writing it out will help.

Because I have to get to that appointment tomorrow, no matter how my body or brains might feel.

PS: Yes, this mental state struggle? Yet another fucking reminder my mind's broken.