This low has been coming on for a few days. Too many thoughts in my head that I can’t seem to get rid of are weighing me down. My emotions are low and I feel myself becoming depressed again. I hate this feeling. I have no motivation to do anything. I didn’t want to come to work today, I don’t want to talk to anyone, when my boss made a joke, and I glared at him.
Medication is working well I think. Although I will be changing my medication once my new insurance starts and that has me a little scared.
Normally during low moments, I don’t blog. I want no one to feel sorry for me that I suffer from depression and I don’t want people to feel that I am negative so I keep my thoughts to myself of my notebook. I am not sure why I “need” to share right now. Perhaps I am having a moment where I truly wish someone would walk up to me and hug me while I cried on their shoulder.
I have never blogged about my depression because although I am not ashamed of being depressed, I am ashamed of being thought as weak. All of my life, I have been strong for other people and if I appear weak, then they might not let me be strong for them anymore. Where is my purpose then?
I hate sitting at my office desk and crying. I feel like a stupid idiot. Sniffling like a baby when I am a full grown adult.
Part of me doesn’t like to share the moments when I look in the mirror and see how plain and ugly I truly am. How it’s a good thing that you don’t have to like how your friends look just to be friends with them, especially online. Because I cant imagine anyone choosing me on purpose.
I don’t even know if it’s a good thing or not that my parents are going to San Antonio this weekend and so I won’t be spending my usual Friday night with my mom.
On an upside, the damaged walls and ceiling in my apartment have been fixed and I have dates set for the painting and re-carpeting. I am glad. I like to know when things will be done so that I can work on getting things back to beautiful for my company in July.
Last night I took down the wall decorations and my hanging lamps. The place looks bare except for the many boxes in my house. Perhaps it will be a good time to just pick up and move to some place where no one knows me.
Anyway – depressing post over. I have been working on this post for about 3 hours now. I am feeling a little better. Still would love to have that hug but the need to cry and when I go beck and read what I have written, I realize the reason I don’t post things like this. Because it’s useless to post it. What would it prove? To show people I am human and weak? I don’t like showing myself as weak. It shames me.
Hey! A Christmas song just popped up on my iPod! How cool is that. Maybe it will snow outside instead of be 93 degrees! YAY!!! (that was for you btw.:))
Back to the daily grind. Sorry this was depressing and boring. Tomorrow ill be better. I am sleeping late and not waking up before 7:30! And I am going to read at least 5 books this weekend. Since I only have 4 more boxes to pack I am golden!
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