I'm having psychomotor retardation.

My thoughts are derailing.

I've got some depressive apathy thing going on with me. And I just discovered that I have lost some weight, despite Thanksgiving.

I know I should be comfortable telling you all of this, but I am not. I feel ridiculous being depressed since I am hopped up on TWO anti-depressants now. But it makes sense that I am depressed. I am perfectly justified in being depressed. So when I see you on Monday, I'm going to sit down and just say it. If I can't say it, I will write it on a slip of paper and hand it to you. I'm not going to apologize or try to put on a happy face. I'm just going to tell you that I'm sick and that I don't know what to do about it.