Six inches of concrete, half set

[crowdog66]

That's what it feels like I'm lying in. The depression is that thick. I could not get out of bed this morning, and finally dragged myself out at about 5:15 pm because a friend and I were supposed to meet for coffee after 5:30 and I had to get up to explain the situation to him over the phone. It literally took me two or three minutes just to get up -- first sitting up, then taking a little numbness-break... then sliding toward the edge of the bed, then taking another break... then legs over the edge, and a break... then, finally, with a tremendous effort of will, actually standing up.

I feel like a real mess, but at least a little more lively. Lively enough to type, as you can tell. One Ritalin and a half a Seroquel tablet down the hatch, and we'll see what that does.

And I have ritual in two days. >.<

Fuck. Well, at least I have tomorrow and most of Saturday to clean the place up and get stuff in order, so I can actually take today as a "mental health day" if I need to.

Comments

[elaryn.livejournal.com]

::BIG hugs:: I hope this depression lifts soon. I wish you were having a better time of it.

Take care.

[crowdog66.livejournal.com]

*smiles*

Thanks for your kind and encouraging words over the last few days... much appreciated.

[elaryn.livejournal.com]

*smiles back* I'm glad what little I can do helps you feel better. I often feel as though I can't do much about anything, so it's good to be able to help, even a little.