I don't handle depression all that well. I am very good at keeping it at bay and staying a relatively happy person, but once depression finds it's way into my life I have a hard time shaking it. If I can't shake it, sooner or later it will end up being the end of me.
Events in the last few days have led to strange thoughts, ideas, and a lot of doubt. I didn't notice that depression was creeping back into my life.
Today I came home from work and went right to bed. I wasn't all that tired, but I wanted nothing more than to hide in bed. Considering I had planned to go to the Secretary of State to plate my bike then call my insurance guy to get coverage so I can ride legally (something that makes me very happy) it was strange that I wanted to hide in bed all afternoon.
Thankfully I had to pull my ass out of bed to cut the lawn. Chores are a good thing to do when you are down. The fulfilling sense of accomplishment when you are done makes you feel a little better....even if you do a half-assed job like I did today. It also helped that I had to get on my bike and move it to get the mower out of the garage. That made me feel a lot better, and I cursed myself for not taking care of my paperwork for the bike.
With a full week of errands ahead of me and some birthday fun for Mike to look forward to on Friday I should get through the week without a problem....but having such a comfortable bed when I am feeling down might not be such a good thing for me. Anyone know where I can buy a bed of nails?
Events in the last few days have led to strange thoughts, ideas, and a lot of doubt. I didn't notice that depression was creeping back into my life.
Today I came home from work and went right to bed. I wasn't all that tired, but I wanted nothing more than to hide in bed. Considering I had planned to go to the Secretary of State to plate my bike then call my insurance guy to get coverage so I can ride legally (something that makes me very happy) it was strange that I wanted to hide in bed all afternoon.
Thankfully I had to pull my ass out of bed to cut the lawn. Chores are a good thing to do when you are down. The fulfilling sense of accomplishment when you are done makes you feel a little better....even if you do a half-assed job like I did today. It also helped that I had to get on my bike and move it to get the mower out of the garage. That made me feel a lot better, and I cursed myself for not taking care of my paperwork for the bike.
With a full week of errands ahead of me and some birthday fun for Mike to look forward to on Friday I should get through the week without a problem....but having such a comfortable bed when I am feeling down might not be such a good thing for me. Anyone know where I can buy a bed of nails?
philomela:
... i wasn't talking about blogs - but how people treat one another on the site. obviously its not all roses and puppies and shit. but i think that people like to lash at others for no reason... and that's where i draw my own personal line. 