Yeah. Depressed. Like hardcore. I don’t even want to eat, which is usually my go to when I’m depressed. I just want to lay in bed and stare. I’m dreading RS coming home bc I’ll have to be normal. Like talk and stuff. And I have to make dinner but I think I’m just going to make a frozen meal. RS can even do that, he can’t really cook but he can do easy stuff like that.

Work wasn’t impossible, I sat and stared a bit at work too but I was still present for the kids. I absolutely cannot force myself on a walk. Can’t do it.

I put the lexapro back in my pill box, maybe the tiny dose was actually doing something and now that it’s completely out of my system I’m tanking. I’ll just have to accept 5 meds is my reality.

That’s enough. Bed time at least for the next 15 minutes.