Journal 8/15/17 Morning/Afternoon

I'm finally getting this journal done. I've slept all day.

Physically, I'm fine. It's all mental and emotional.

I guess I'm still in a depressive swing. Or maybe it's antibiotics? I'm having such a hard time not just curling up and starting at a wall, and I'm only not crying because my makeup is too good.
I've made a little bit of progress on houses. We'll see how that goes. I've done literally nothing else productive today. Arcane completely ruined my dish washing system, so I don't even want to do dishes here and there. I'm so discouraged. Effort takes so much out of me. It sucks when I don't have much to show for it.
I had the weirdest dream that I was in a mental hospital for two years, in an old hotel, that somehow also included a really good private school. I did really well, and even won a cotillion kind of competition (my biggest contender was Dagger?) but then I somehow was in some sort of amnesia kind of thing the rest of the two years, and no one knew, until they were getting ready to discharge me (to my parents, but I don't know who they were) and I woke up.

I don't know how to be ok, or to feel better. I need care, but I can't figure it out myself. Master, will you please try to figure out what I need or what to try, and I'll do that?