I know it's inevitable that deep depressions will occur, but it never ceases to upset me. I can barely sit up, let alone DO anything.
No project or event or interest is appealing.
I'm trying to be up and moving, but I might as well be walking in circles for all I'm accomplishing.
I feel weighted down, bereft.
Crying is just a breath away.
There's no logical reason for any of this; it's just the nature of the beast. But. I really wish there were a solid target I could punch over and over for leaving me like this.
There's an experimental surgery that could potentially fix me, but I'll be an old lady before it's even close to available.
I hope this only lasts a few days. I want to be "okay" for Christmas
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