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I can barely move. It takes so much effort. I have things to do, places to be, but I can't. I can't find the strength, motivation, or whatever that it takes to do anything.
I am just laying here in bed staring at this screen. even writing this post is painstakingly slow.
A week ago I was happy. I'd been happy for 14 days in a row. I thought I'd beaten depression; smashed it to smithereens. But NO it is back with a vengeance.
For the last 7 days the depression gets worse each day. It is really bad today.
My T comes back from vacation today and I am dreading him seeing me like this. He must be so sick of me being so sick. I know I am.
Why can't I enjoy life? Why is it so hard? Other people seem to do it so easily.
My mom said the other day--Let's make every day a party! Sure mom, let’s do that.
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I love your faults because they are part of you and I love you. --my BFF
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