I have been treading water since I got sick two weeks ago (regular readers may have noticed my lack of posts).
I have been trying to keep my head up and do the things I need to do.
I haven’t been though. I made it to two appointments that I couldn’t really cancel and other than that I’ve been in bed.
I have clearly sunk into the depression pit. It’s not as obvious because I don’t feel as depressed thanks to meds and not really having to do a lot right now. I guess when I say I don’t feel as depressed, I’m not having a lot of depressed thoughts or thoughts of self harm, and that’s usually how I know.
I’m more living with physical symptoms right now which is really frustrating because I’m coming out of being really sick, so it’s hard to sort out what’s recovery from that and what is depression.
I’m pretty sure living in bed for a week is depression, though.
I am not sure how I’m going to dig out of this one. It’s pretty terrible.
I suppose I’ll get there.
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