Saturday, November 08, 2008

A Bad Few Days

I've had a couple of bad days. Not so much physically but mentally. Today I seem to be coming out of it somewhat and for that I am glad. Depression seems to be a side effect I experience too but this time it was pretty bad. It drags you down physically too and so I've been like a sack of potatoes, just sitting here feeling sorry for myself. I'm done with that. I cried myself a river and that helps I think.
And so today I'm going to try and get some things done around here and at some point I need to go grocery shopping. I feel stronger and I'm pretty sure I can handle that.
I cannot tell you how glad I will be for this to be over and for me to go back to work. I have too much time to think here, and work will help that.
That's about all that is going on in my world at the moment. Hoping you have a good weekend.

5 comments:

Sage said...

We've been thinking of you since you last posted on Wednesday, hoping and praying you were okay. Good to hear from you that you are once again climbing out of the deep hole. However, thinking of grocery shopping on a Saturday puts me down in the hole! Hope you can make it okay.

Soon it will be all over and we will rejoice with you! Here's to feeling better!

Marge

Me Maw said...

So sorry you've been down, hopefully you will get to return to work soon and things won't seem quite so dark.

linda said...

I know what THAT'S like, that Black Dog dragging you into a hole like you are the bone to be ravaged...when I read back when, you were on Xanax, the cause of many depressions, I wondered if they had informed you of the hazards and assume they did...but not trusting the medical profession one bit, email me if you want to talk more about it...

I do hope life is looking up a bit more today as time goes by and you ever so slowly heal from this year of traumas! I wish there was more than words, like a basket of flowers, I could give to you but this will have to do for now...take good care of YOU, my dear...

GreenishLady said...

Oh, Robbin, you're handling so much, it's not surprising that there will be times you just want to weep, and feel so down. It's good to know you can say it, and that you are lifting a little bit again. Hang in there!

Memaw's memories said...

I'd rather have a sore tooth than depression. Hope you get back to your old self really soon.