So. I think I’m depressed. I go through bouts of it fairly often. It starts first with incredible stress. Check. Then it moves on to a desire to hide. Check. Then I start physically doing stuff – in other words, I’m not wearing makeup or jewelry or an attempt to match my clothng. Check.
I’m grwoing closer to God, which I think in the long run will help me handle everything better as I learn to trust in Him more and more. That’s a good thing. I don’t have to do EVERYTHING myself.
I start the dreaded WW again this Friday. That will help. My clothes are starting to get too tight.
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