It's so hard to remember that having depression is just like having your arm cut off, EXCEPT you can't see it...
It's so much easier to feel sorry for yourself and lie in bed and wish that life wasn't so overwhelming.
I was doing so good at being pro-active. It's just so TIRING. I'm not really a pro-active person. I'd rather wait for things to come to me.
(AND MOM, I know you're reading this because you're the only person who actually reads my blog, YES I am fine. Don't worry about me. I'm over-exaggerating because it makes me feel better.) :-)
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