It’s all in my head, that much I know. However, it affects my entire life. I don’t want to do anything but curl up into a ball and watch TV. Well, not really since there isn’t much on the television worth watching since it has become mostly “reality” television. If I wanted to watch a bunch of white trash people try to get laid I’d go to a family reunion.
Perhaps I just need to quit allowing myself downtime, because, well, it always gets me down. I sincerely doubt it is depression, though it wouldn’t surprise me if it was considering the crap we’ve been through the last couple years. Hopefully this weekend getaway will help.