Dear Depths of Despair,

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.

I got nuthin’.

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

Payne.

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3 thoughts on “Dear Depths of Despair,

  1. I am so sorry to read that you are feeling so low, I feel like I need to say something to help and yet I know nothing I type will actually benefit you in any way.
    However I did want to leave a reply, I hope it eases and I hope it’s soon!
    Goodnight, I hope you mange to sleep well.

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