I ended up at the beach today with my daughter. We went late afternoon so we would miss the hottest part of the day. We brought a picnic along but I have not had much of an appetite lately. I regret to say that The Black Dog is back. I can’t imagine how sick you all must be at hearing this. To be honest, I didn’t even want to start blogging again because things were going OK during my hiatus. Mostly I am back for me. Writing helps me.
Right now I am just scared, worried and overwhelmed. I don’t want to have to start fiddling with medication again. I don’t want to take any more time off work. And most of all I don’t want to be a burden to everyone. This disease is one of shame. As of yet, I have not told anyone. Tomorrow afternoon I have an appointment with my therapist and I will let her know. Other than that I will just keep trudging on. I will put on my happy face.