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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.
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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