For most of my life I have been dealing with depression. Real clinical depression, the kind that you can’t wish away, but at times can medicate it well enough to make my life livable.
This summer was a lesson in how not to deal with depression. Back, in probably May, I sunk into one of the worst holes of my life. Most of the summer was spent on the couch.
Literally, for days on end, I did nothing more than the bare minimum. And some days, not even that.
It didn’t help that I was dealing with more cancer related crap this summer, that adds to it. However, I let it go to long.
Now, I’m able to get off the couch again, but I can feel myself starting to sink back a bit.
It is time to go back on the medication. I have a call into my doctor. Time to get better, again.