The depression is back.
I’m fighting it today.
I won’t give up or give in.
My blood sugar is high. I know how to deal with it and I am.
I don’t like my situation. I’m facing it with as much dignity as I can muster.
I hate admitting it, but I drank a couple beers again last night. I don’t like it, because I feel like I let a lot of people down who have high hopes for me. Maybe today is Day 1.
I hate regret. I have it…and carry it.
I can’t change the past, but I’m having a hard time appreciating my future.
I don’t like this feeling. I want it to pass.
I need to be busy. Keeping my mind busy is what works.
I need to exercise. I don’t know what I like or what’s convenient anymore.
I will be living in a motel starting Sunday night. I’m nervous about that, because money is tight as it is and this means an additional expense to the monthly budget.
My relationship doesn’t feel right, but my feelings are not heard. It seems obvious what needs to be done, but it’s the same struggle I can’t seem to break.
And my depression is no one’s fault, but my own.
But I’m fighting.