I’m having a lot of trouble with depression right now. For me, it’s usually a chemical thing. My meds get off, I get wobbly, and it takes time or new meds to shake me out of it.
So I know what’s going on, but that really, really doesn’t help. I hate feeling like this. I’m a lump in my bed, hiding from the small bits of the world I actually see, or a lump on the couch so my dog and my mother don’t worry too much about me.
I have a PM doctor’s appointment this week, and a therapy appointment this week. That thought doesn’t help.
Man, I hate, hate, hate feeling like this. It’s so frustrating. I want to grab me by the back of my shirt and haul myself out of the pit. And I know when the clouds clear, I’ll feel exponentially better because I felt so low.
I can’t wait for that moment. Until then, I’m still