Urgh

[crowdog66]

The weight of depression. Urgh. I could barely drag myself out of bed, and leaving the house? Not in the cards.

I feel shakey, blurry, unfocussed and incapable of focus. Making coffee took a Herculean effort of will and energy, but I'm enjoying it now that it's here.

On days like this, I honestly wonder what the point is in going on.

On the other hand... yesterday, when I felt better, I saw a belly dancing course in the city's fall Leisure Guide that I was interested in. I have to hold onto the fact that on better days, I am capable of interest, desire, and function.

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[elsockopuppet.livejournal.com]

*hug* Time passes, depression returns to it's dormant state, and you'll be happier soon enough.

[elaryn.livejournal.com]

What's the point of going on? I've wondered that myself sometimes. Maybe there is no "point," per se. Maybe it's just the grim satisfaction of hanging on for yet another day. Maybe it's just wondering what I would have missed tomorrow. Whatever it is that keeps you hanging on, please continue, because I like the world better with you in it, and I am sure a lot of other people feel the same way.

::hugs::

And there's belly dancing, of course. ;->

[cockatiel-art.livejournal.com]

**Does a Random Belly Dance rendition as she stalks through Crow-Joe's Livejournal for pure annoying amusement factor**

**bows, deposits some chokkie on the computer desk for everyone, then belly dances away**