I've been dancing around for the past two days with myself instead of just dealing. I'm depressed as hell. Nothing I've done in the past two days has been soothing. I'm simply going through the motions of getting up each day, getting my son up for day camp, going to work, going home. I do laundry, wash dishes, make beds, prepare dinner, take a shower, walk the dog, and play with the cats, and nothing. I surface talk with my husband because at times he can be short-tempered. I miss my mom more than anything in the world and I wish that I could either go and join her or have her come back and be here with me. I started cleaning out her closet last weekend and I got through it by telling myself that I was just taking things to the cleaners. Her house is empty but before we can sell it, it has to be cleaned out. My brother lives out of state, so I get stuck with the task. I'm angry with him for leaving the stuff to me to do. Yet, I no longer tell him about it because he can't deal with it and he has an explosive temper. I don't cry very often, but I still talk to her everyday. I talk to the dog because it was Mom's dog and she's the only one who really understands. The dog was with my Mom when she collasped in the house.
I've been coming here throughout the day but I couldn't leave a message. I kept hoping that something would stand out that would spur me on. People tell me that I'll feel better. And, I'm trying to believe them. I tell everyone that I'm fine and then I smile.
I'm talking my meds and seeing my therapist but even there, I hold back. I know that I shouldn't, but I'm not comfortable being a basket case. Now, that I've written all this stuff, hopefully, it will be enough to get me out of this funk.
I've been coming here throughout the day but I couldn't leave a message. I kept hoping that something would stand out that would spur me on. People tell me that I'll feel better. And, I'm trying to believe them. I tell everyone that I'm fine and then I smile.
I'm talking my meds and seeing my therapist but even there, I hold back. I know that I shouldn't, but I'm not comfortable being a basket case. Now, that I've written all this stuff, hopefully, it will be enough to get me out of this funk.