I'm awful depressed. Thank you, Whimsy. And thank you everyone for hugs.

I feel disconnected from the human race. And my back is sore . . . and my neck. I'm making the back worse by not getting going and moving around. This is the 5th or 6th day of this. I'm thinking that I must have misplaced my little bag of hope. I had it a week ago. Now I can't find it.

I know that I will have recurrent spells of being blue. But with no obligation to be anywhere or do anything, they are probably going to be harder to deal with. I should go to the Y and swim, but I feel too bad to leave the house. I feel lonely, too. Just crying now. How pathetic. I don't try to help myself. Believe me - a lot of this is my own fault.