Is it possible for a 35-year-old woman to be colicky? I have not been feeling well lately and when I say not feeling well, I mean in the emotional sense. Withdrawn, bitter, poor me syndrome. That is what happens sometimes when you are manic depressive. If you have no idea what that means to be depressed or how it feels like, then good for fucking you. Anyhow I popped a couple extra pills of Wellbutrin today for good measure.
If I can momentarily get my thoughts out of the doldrums, I try to think of things that I usually love. So yesterday I went to the steam room, became engrossed in a book at the library, and bought some See’s chocolates. It is hard to do much else. I can’t imagine lunches with friends. And God, please no happy hour. If I haven’t returned your calls, now you know why.
I have nothing else insightful to add; it must be a real drag reading this post so I googled inspirational quote for depression and here is the only one I found that I like.
“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
–Agatha Christie
I’ve been where you are and I hate that place! But it is possible to leave and you are doing the right things. We have more in common then just a birthday. 🙂
Thank you Kitty. Happy birthday to us. See you real soon! xoxo, vixen