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Depression does not always look like a pathetic pile of a person in bed, paralyzed.
Depression looks like my house, messy.
Laundry, unfolded.
Dinner, unmade.
Me, crabby.
Depression doesn't limit itself by appearing the same way all of the time either, it as a whole wardrobe of of get ups to try on.
Depression, wants me to curl up with it in bed under the cover and sleep. Depression is not a good bedfellow. No matter what it says.
Depression makes me cold. Cold to my bones. So cold that nothing can warm me. So cold.
Depression makes my head ache.
Depression is a sneaky cheating bastard. It makes me think that it has eyes for only me, but really is off visiting others, not that I would wish this visitor on anyone.
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This is the perfect description. I wish neither one of us knew it so well. Wishing you days that make it easier to get up in the morning.
Thank you so much for stopping by on my SITS day, truly appreciate it.
Jessica- It is an up and down thing- I guess like life. Some days it is barely a thought and other days it is heavy. But today, for now, in this very moment, I am happy. That is good enough for me.
Oh, my heavens. YES! Sometimes it's obvious. Other times it's so sneaky I don't even know it's happening until it's got me. I'm in one of those right now. I'm still functional, but I can tell disaster is waiting right around the corner. I'm white knuckling everything I do. Ugh.
Thanks for visiting on my SITS day. It was a fun day for me.
Your children are beautiful! I hope you have a lovely weekend.
MissRobin-
Ugh that is the WORST! just the anticipation knowing that the other shoe is poised to drop an clobber.
(hugs) I hope the shoe is just an annoying tease!
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