Depression

Well, I figured out that I hit bottom again.

The divorce, the move, the job loss, and continued issues with money have made me… not happy.

I recognize that should be in therapy for depression (which, by contrast to a previous post, actually has helped me to feel empowered), but what with the recent lack of real work I have no insurance coverage. Out of pocket for prescriptions is bad enough. Out of pocket for therapy? Holy shit!

So yeah, just trying to keep things on an even keel. I have quit caffeine again, and I'm considering foregoing refined sugars. Any of the stuff that would tend to make me have really bad mood swings or invite depression. Which reminds me: that sweet pint of Guinness I had last week? Yeah… insta-depression for this boy. No more of that either.

:: scowl ::

:: frown ::

Ugh. I'm fine unless anyone asks me if I would like some. I don't like to ever say no. And plus, I'm impulsive. A lot of the time I think "This one time won't hurt." That's a load of crap. If you ever hear yourself saying that shit, it should set off lights and sirens!

Anyway, I'm hoping to start posting more often again. When I get real quiet, when you don't hear from me, it's either anxiety or depression. Usually both.