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Depression Diaries, Day 2
So, today, I still feel down. No surprise, it’s only day 2. What’s almost funny is I’d almost forgotten what depression felt like. But here we are again. I wrote a little about it yesterday:
It’s been about 8 years since I’ve had a full-blown depressive episode. That one landed me in bed for about a month. And then, yeah, 8 years of stability. Sure, I had days when I was down, or things that happened that made me cry. But nothing any different than anyone else on the planet.
I let my guard down. It was smooth sailing. Then, BAM!
Today, I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself in a small way. It sounds silly to the uninitiated, but I both took a shower and cleaned the bathroom.
Big deal, right? Yeah, but it is. I know neither of those things are difficult tasks. I’m physically able to do them. But mentally, emotionally, I just want to sit or lay, like the 110 lb lump of shit I feel like.
