Depression smackdown today. I want to just be in bed, hiding away from the world. I've been angry for days, frustrated and weak. Short of breath, quite possibly tied to pet allergens in the house, and my legs ache beyond my ability to massage them.
But today I fell like I'd cry if I could make it past this saran-wrap membrane that has settled upon me.
It seems hopeless, beyond my ability to face the day. I know it’s not, but that doesn’t help the feeling.