I think about caling one of my sisters. I live alone, and they are far away. But one has been very thoughtful, since my boyfriend died. They both were. Then I stopped hearing from one. I hate to bother my other sister. She tries so hard to do what she can. People don't want to hear too much about depression because it makes them feel helpless. I was planning to visit her in May. I want to be well when I make that trip.

I know what's wrong. I'm completely alone. That's not new, and I've been coping with it just fine. I don't know what happened where something snapped inside me.

There is a lady I hire sometimes to help me clean my place. I could consider doing that. With her here, I could get caught up. When my environment is in order, I feel much better.