Didn’t try to write yesterday. Depression took hold; its grip remains today. Meds are helping, but when they fail, I’m back to riding it out and hoping for the best. It’s doubly difficult when your S.O. is far from you, but not impossible. At least, suicidal ideation didn’t feature. Still. Depression takes its toll: Lethargic, exhausted, right now. Enough mental energy to write this blog post, but little else.
Documenting this shift in emotional balance is a neutral thing. It’s not cathartic. In fact, it doesn’t help. It’s just a habit, or maybe a distraction.
Mostly though, I just want to hide.