Feeling like I'm coming out of my depressive shell a little. Yesterday I actually played the piano, listened to my meditation cd and starting reading a book. All things I used to love to do but didn't have the interest in even trying to see if they'd be enjoyable again (until yesterday).

I'm not fighting the urge to go back to bed today. Interested in seeing what I can do to improve my mood. These attempts at getting out of zombie mode and trying to increase my happiness were all spurred on by my therapist session on Monday. Not sure why that seemed like such an unthinkable effort to me before. I guess I'm really glad he's my therapist. We're kind of veering away from straight CBT to just talking plainly about practical ways to get me out of this funk. The straight CBT methods weren't helping me with my depression so much.

Still have this weird unease when around people other than my husband and a few close friends and I'm overly self-conscious about my appearance and what I'm wearing. Never felt those things so strongly until the depression hit in early August. Also still cry easily. Baby steps . . .