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Hello, I'm back. Sort of. The last few days I've been feeling really blah. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, or I don't know, something else. Maybe I'm getting the two-month itch where I'm starting to really miss Paul, my family, my cat...I'm upset about missing the funeral, which is today. And I'm just feeling really...emotionally...tired. Exhausted. I just want to curl up and sleep for a week.

The problem is that I know this feeling and I know where it leads. It leads to me shutting myself into a dark room with no food and no showers for several days at a time. And you can't really do that when you have roommates because they will probably smell you.

Or, maybe, I'm just being melodramatic. Who knows? Apparently not me.

I think this is the worst part about having once suffered from depression - every time you get even an inkling that you're not feeling 100% mentally you start to wonder if you're headed down an old, dark, dingy road (oh and don't forget stinky).

I think I'll be okay though.

I'm just feeling a little bit lost. And a little bit nostalgic. You know how it goes, thinking about where you've been, wondering where you're going next. Wondering if you're going anywhere at all. Wondering if you'll ever get a halfway decent job. Feeling like you have no clue at all about anything.

Alright, I've had enough of my self-indulgent whing...for now anyway.

Labels: Depression