This is my formal request to March to be nice to me. Or else I might get all evil and stuff.
*shakes fist at March*
Today was totally awesome until the end of the day when I collapsed into snivels and sobs on the way home from the park. Why that happened, I have no idea, or actually, wait, I do. And that's why I'm going to see the doctor tomorrow, to confirm what I know is true, because once I get the confirmation, then we can start to fight this thing.
I know that I am depressed.
Not like OMGImissedtheNordstromsaleIamsodepressed depressed. No, this is the real deal. And it sucks. It sucks so bad.
I have a feeling that my blog's going to be kind of one-note for awhile as I muck my way through this. Or maybe no-note if I should decide to keep the inevitable meltdowns and breakdowns to myself. This depression stuff's not pretty. So if you want to read about unicorns, you should probably stop reading my blog.
(I really want this shirt, though.)
That picture's a pretty accurate representation of how I feel every day. Just willing myself to get out of bed to do it all over again. The ceiling is so interesting, and I'd much rather stare at it than think about how much things suck right now.
Sleeping forever sounds pretty good, too.
Not to worry, my friends. I am nowhere near tossing myself off a cliff, nor would I ever put Charlie's life in danger. I am just deeply, darkly, disturbingly drained.
However, I also know I'm on the road to healing. Depression is a complete emotional parasite, but hope is everything. And thankfully I've got tons of that.