Pushing through

Me and Sisyphus, I tell you.

It’s the bitch of living with depression. Sometimes, you can see it. You know you’re being a useless lump and there’s nothing you can do about it.

I’ve always had a rough time during the winter. With my father passing away this fall, I kind of knew this would happen. My husband and I talked about it, but that didn’t stop me from sitting on the couch for two weeks, unable to write or clean, or really do anything. I missed this month’s Insecure Writer’s Support Group and didn’t have anything for Saturday Scenes.

But this weekend, instead of feeling guilty, I let myself indulge, even wallow in the urge to not leave my bed, with the lone exception of going to get my hair done.

Yeah, you read that right, I play World of Warcraft and slept in all weekend.

And today, I woke up, not refreshed exactly, but ready. Ready to write, crit, and clean. Ready to get back to feeling normal… or as close to normal as I get anyway.

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