I've managed to drag myself to work today but I can barely concentrate on it. Misspelling words all the time, drifting off in thought, not remembering things.

I'm just so depressed. I wonder if I can make it to work tomorrow. Before coming into work today, I spent 4 days inside my apartment. Except for the few times a day I took my dog out, I never left. I was proud of myself on the days I took a shower. Managed to do the dishes, but couldn't take out the trash, even though I hate when it piles up. Thankfully, my roommate did it this time. I'm just at the "I don't give a ****" stage.

I'm actually telling people that I'm severely depressed. Like when I missed work. I used to just lie, say I was throwing up or something. The reactions to my depression are either "cheer up; it'll get better" or "what can I do to help?" **** if I know. All I know is that I'm taking my meds and have a scheduled appt with my psychologist next week. And that I'm fighting to stay out of the psych ward. I feel like getting to work is an enormous accomplishment that I should get a medal for. That's how hard it's getting.....*sigh*