The big black dog is back on my porch I had weird dreams last night and I slid down to a deep depression today. I don't know if it's because of the ingoing issue with my mother in laws declining physical and mental health, or it's just a phase of my bipolar that my brain has decided to go through.

I talked to my husband today and ended up crying on his shoulder. I feel like I'm just adding to his burden with all he's dealing with his mother. I tried to hide it and failed. He told me that I am his rock that he leans on. How can I be his rock when I feel like a puddle of goo?

I missed going to a friends birthday party today because I was too depressed to go. Bleh, I hate it when I get like this