So the depression is really bad. Nearly as bad as when I wasn't on medication actually. The venlafaxine is just keeping me getting out of bed.

Feel like I'm getting replaced by my daughter's real Dad. I'm miserable, partially because I don't do any of the things I used to enjoy in the past. It came out during therapy this weekend that my spare time is spent doing things for everyone else and I don't get any down time to myself.

On the plus side, I spent a big chunk of Sunday working on the back door. When I was done, it looked great actually. The gap between the door and the floor though was MUCH worse than when I started. But I didn't get in trouble for it so all was good, I just need to install a sweeper on the door and we'll be cooking.