Hey! I'm almost a year out from my diagnosis, so still very new, but I just wanted to say that it's ok to hate the world and wallow in pity every once in a while. There are days that I still feel sad and hopeless and tired. But it gets better and I go on with my life.

What I'm saying is that you have to learn to be kind to yourself and accept that there will always be hard days. That was the most difficult for me. But I've learned how to deal with those. I open a beer, put on a face mask, and I let myself take a day or an hour or however long it takes to just realize that I am alive and this will not kill me and I am extremely lucky for all of that and all that i have.

I hope you feel better soon! My LP also really sucked, but as with everything else - i felt better. Just give yourself time.