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for the first time in my life, I can say that I am truly depressed.

I am sure it has a lot to due with the 80+ hour works weeks I have been putting in since the middle of august. and traveling for 6 out of the last 8 weeks. and never seeing the sun, or really my house. not having weekends to relax (and really, I dont think NYC is a place to go to relax, though i did have fun and laugh). the loss of my cat. the stabbing in the back by of one of my last few friends who still live in town. and just so many little things.

I'm not sleeping well, i'm grumpy, lethargic, etc etc.

I know I need to talk to someone, and yet until this project is done (hopefully by this friday) I can barely get out of the office to get take-out food for lunch/dinner without my phone ringing.

the worst part of it is that i totally know what is making me depressed. I can step outside myself and see exactly what is happening, and the spiral that is caused by all of that. I can tell you what probably started it, what made it worse, and in some cases what helped for a bit. but you cant do anything about it, because its stupid and mean.

tomorrow morning i get to pick up the ashes of my cat, zelda. I dont know what to do with them, but i will have them.



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