I know I am sick of writing about it. This depression. I guess if you didn’t want to hear about it you would not be at a blog called “Ditching the Black Dog”. This is a memoir of depressive states and non-depressive states. I wish my brain could turn off. Or I wish I could turn off the sadness in the world. Terrorists and bus accidents and poverty and racism (I got this very unfunny comic off one of my Quaker groups site.)
and sickness and oh, it is all just too much. I was surfing the net and I came across a quote by Scott Baio saying something along the lines of his taxes paying to feed, house and provide medical care for a few lazy non-working people at his expense. Excuse me, Mr. Baio but not everyone has cruised through life on good looks and mediocre acting skills. Anyway…
I am so tired. I was off for 3 days for my step-grandmother’s funeral so it worked out to 11 days all together. (I work 3-12 hour shifts then I am off for 4.) During that time though feeling incredible stress and dodging the black dog I felt my sleep/wake cycle go the way it is supposed to. Now I am back to nights and I am just so fucking tired.
So, there is a crummy negative post. Right now I am having a hot flash and need to go and drink water.
Addendum – I just opened the window and ahhhh, blessed cool night air!