…that maybe all of this depression was just grief.
I mean… maybe.
I guess it could be me just grieving. It feels deeper than that now though. Like a “settling in” has happened.
I know what depression feels like. I am pretty informed. I’ve lived with it on and off for most of my life and I’m pretty sure I know when it’s hitting me.
I am definitely feeling that old familiar way.
I don’t know.
I guess it just wasn’t super helpful to talk to her. She’s not my regular therapist, just someone on the team that called me when I called in for “coaching” tonight, so maybe that’s the issue.
I feel like I have been appropriately grieving. I’ve been doing that for months.
I don’t think this newer deal is all grief. I think it’s an episode of depression. I’m pretty convinced it is.
I mean, it stared as a trauma reaction, but it’s morphed. I guess I will just have to talk it out with my therapist tomorrow.
Again, I hate this.
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