Depression strikes again.
And it isn’t even like it is a blanket thing. Like, I can put on a good act if I have to. But it is easier not to.
Sleeping till noon doesn’t help. I nearly got up when I woke up at 6:30 this morning, but I missed that awake window and the next thing I knew it was 12:20 in the afternoon. It is a terrible habit. I know it.
Nothing is even wrong. Like, there is nothing wrong with my life at all. This is how I know depression lies.
Funky crazy dreams. Last night I dreamed I was on the phone with my ex-best friend of 17 years, maid of honor at our wedding, the one who dumped me in 2008. And she was all apologetic and stuff which is how I know it’s a dream because I know she is not sorry– she would rather just forget I ever existed. And I was even depressed in my dream.
It sucks to have a broken brain.
Goal for the day: Hold the camera as much as possible. Whether I take pics or not. Camera = therapy.