Today, I feel the depression crawling back from whatever corner it was hiding in. Today, I feel it taking ahold.
I don't want to do anything, I don't want to move from this bed, even though I know I need to exercise, and ride Gizmo, and do some housework.
I try to think of positive things, but a part of me wants to die, and another part of me is afraid of death.
Time is precious, but the schizoaffective disorder is stealing it away from me.
I've had days like this. They're never fun. I hope you feel better soon :)
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