I know it’s depression when…
…I don’t feel the urge to dance when I hear a good blues or hip-hop song.
…coffee and chocolate are the only things I can get myself to ingest for the majority of my meals.
…I don’t want to bake cookies.
…going to the gym just sounds like too much work for me to consider.
…I start looking up pictures of celebrity stretch marks in attempt to make myself feel better. It never works.
…I have no desire to work on whatever craft or house project I’m currently focused on finishing.
…the mere thought of sex makes me want to cry.
…the dishes can wait.
…I can’t seem to stop picking at zits that are virtually nonexistent.
…I spend the majority of the day vegging out in front of my computer.
…pajamas are the designated outfit for the day.
…leaving the house with two kids is too much effort.
…I pull out a mirror and scrutinize my childbirth-ruined hoo-haw. And it makes me hate myself.
…all I want to do is sleep, but my head just won’t shut up long enough for me to relax.
…the details of yesterday are foggy or nonexistent.
…the TV serves as a great babysitter.
…answering that phone call seems like way too much work.
…all the caffeine in Seattle can’t seem to give me a smidgen of energy.
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Luckily, today these don’t apply. Today, I feel well.
Thank God.
Current Mood:
Surprised



