In the last couple weeks, I'd started feeling depressed again. It's not bad enough to disrupt my life, but it's bad enough for me to notice and be in a bad mood all the time.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm just imagining it... Anyway, I managed to mention this to a friend, and her response was, "This has been such a big part of your life for so long, you should have a way to manage with it by now."
And that was that.
I've always been there for her, but it seems like she's lost her patience for this.
A part of me can't help but agree with her; but the rest of me's mad.