Somedays I just can't seem to beat the depression. It works its way slowly into our lives, until it manifests itself. It has been a week of moodiness, coldness and flakiness, classic signs of what is to come. We know the drill, it's just a question of what to do next? Do I admit defeat, eat half the house and alienate myself or do I surround myself with the people I love, take the dog for a walk and leave the blues in the dust?
I've heard time and again that depression wants you to not do the things you need to do to get better, and it's true. It's a struggle to get out of bed, to answer the phone, to even eat sometimes. I used to use it as an excuse. Not anymore, not today.
(It's a good thing I opened my Easter package from my parents early, because I need this inspiration (the cute tile pictured above) now more than ever).
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