It's amazing how one small minuscule problem leads to a full blown depression. An unsuccessful trip to the bike store to fix my flat tire turned into a crying fit. But it's not the bike. It's the fact that nothing seems to be going right and I can't even enjoy the one hobby that keeps me sane - running. It has given me something to look forward to at the end of the day, but I don't know when I'll be able to run pain free again. So I took up cycling which provided a similar escape until my tire blew out and the store didn't have the part I needed. But I think this has been building up. I've been feeling restless recently - nowhere to channel my nervous energy. I've been feeling stuck, unhappy, looking back at choices I've made with nothing but regret. That's depression and explaining to someone who's never experienced it that something as silly as a flat tire set me off is pointless because they won't understand.