It's actually been months and months. In that time, I've moved across America, semi-adjuated to my new living situation, and have been finally diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder (tentatively/ because we don't know what kind -Tyoe 1, Type 2, cyclothymic, rapid or ultradian.)
At times my shit seems pretty severe. It's a daily struggle. Sometimes it's getting up to take a shower. Other days I can't stand to pick out an outfit and put it on. On other occasions, I lose time and just stand stone still in the middle of a room staring off into space for no reason.