The depression’s rearing up again.
I had a great week away, but since then things have been more or less awful.
I’ve hit the “struggle to get out of bed” phase. As for doing constructive things that’s so far beyond me. Even working on my posture like the physio suggested is making me feel like everything’s a bit too much for me.
Most of me wants to stop and give in, but some niggly part of me keeps on going. Right now I wish it would go away and let me have some peace so I can hide until everything goes away. Fat chance.
|timbobaggins’s LJ stalker is eowynr!|
|eowynr is stalking you because they heard you are awesome in bed, and they want to find out. They are also stalking the rest of your friends list!|
In other news, my week and a bit away is going well. The garden is nearly finished, and will be completely donew tomorrow. Then I visit my parents until Tuesday. And then I’ll be back home. Hurray!
This entry is from the Department of using a friend’s computer once they’ve gone to bed.