Me too.
I think I got scared yesterday and somewhat this morning because my life started to feel like my life in Virginia.
Context:
There is literally a concert outside my window.
I can't sleep.
I didn't even sleep any hours last night.
I have been getting 3 to 4 to 5 hours in total each night for the past eight or so days.
I hope I will be alright.
I am getting irritable and getting those "dark ruminations" again. I am trying to persevere.
Luckily, I do have to say:
The psychiatrist in Spain here that I am seeing seems much more warm and invested in my well-being than any psychiatrist I ever saw in the United States (I have at about six over the course of my life). I know that Spain "isn't perfect" and has "its problems" but think, if this psychiatrist is better than the ones I saw in Virginia, then I will definitely accept the W there. Gotta count my blessings. Just because there are problems doesn't mean you can't take stock of what's working.