It’s been rough recently. I’ve gone through a couple of months (at least) of severe depression coupled with physical illness, and I haven’t done anything except drag myself back and forth from work. Lizzie doesn’t even recognise me anymore.
Black depression is something that is difficult to explain unless you’ve experienced it. it seems like the type of the that you should be able to just snap yourself out of, stop being a baby and a whiner, just get out and garden or jog or something and you’ll feel better in no time.
All I can say is, if you’ve never experienced it, you’re very lucky.
Anyway, although I’m not totally back, I’m going to make an effort to do some things. Ride Lizzie. Catch up on LJ. Clean my house.
Missed you all…