Pure agony. I dread mornings these days, not because it is a new day, but because I have to take a shower. I loath showers. Not always, but this is the way the depression is manifesting itself right now. It is so embarrassing. Don't get me wrong, I still take them, but it takes everything I have in me to get into that stupid shower! I feel disgusting and pathetic for this. Am I alone? What should I do (other than "acting opposite" and take them).
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