I got the trash out this morning and I’m about to head to the pool. It’s a start. I feel somewhat better. If I try to stay active today, I might be alright. I had a good session with my therapist last night. She really opened my eyes to a few things. I do struggle with depression/bipolar disorder and I have since I was very young. No matter how much I build up my mind, I may have to accept that I’ll have bouts of depression for as long as I live. I can learn to manage it better but I need to accept facts. I may not completely fix it. It’s not realistic that I’ll never be depressed again - particularly after something like my recent loss. Oddly, that helped me feel better and stop beating up on myself for being down.

I hope everyone has a peaceful day. Thank you for the support.