I feel so embarrassed. Today the rest of the crew had an intervention about my well-being, after my blood work came out normal. They are concerned that the recent events have taken a toll on me mentally, resulting in some sort of depressive episode.
I pushed back today, but upon reflecting on what they all said I fear they may be right. The loss of Richard has been tough on me. Seeing how life continues as if nothing despite me being gone from home has also taken a toll.
I've never had an episode like this before, but I realize I need to take steps to get out of it. I'm going to need to find the motivation to get out of my sleeping bag and start working out again, before my muscles become too weak to function.
As a first step I wrote my first letter home in a while today. I decided not to sugar coat how things are going too. Being honest about this situation is the only way anything is going to get better.
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Europa
Science FictionIn order to embark on a mission to discover alien life on the icy moon of Jupiter Maria must leave her life on Earth behind, including her father and her seven-year-old son Diego. She thought the hardest part of the mission would be saying goodbye...
