Monday, April 16, 2007

Not friends with misery.

You know, I was honest to goodness feeling better, looking forward to my life after depression, and then, what do you know, more shit. There are moments when I honestly can't take it anymore, so I break down in hysterics because I feel that I'm not myself and that depression is robbing me of everything I was.

Everybody tells me this is cyclical and that there will be ups and downs, but, honestly, I can't take it. It's driving me even more insane. I just keep hoping that one day I'll wake up and everything will be how it was, but I doubt that. But you get tired of trying. You get tired of busting your ass and seeing such little and fleeting results.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hang in there girl, i can guarntee you things will get better.