Bloody this and bloody that.

I’m depressed. The symptoms are all there for me to see, I recognize them well enough, and I take the medication, but that doesn’t stop me being depressed. Some might say that I don’t have much to be depressed about, and maybe not, but from my point of view, in my world, I’m still depressed. There’s the usual stuff. Money. Being broke, and all that entails. Illness in the family, and all of the worry that brings.

Then there’s the other stuff which might be both the partial cause and effect of the depression. Dissatisfaction with work. Disillusionment with the world. Wanting my friends and family to be closer. I think that depression feeds off of other peoples’ depressions too. There are people at work who are fed up, tired, pissed off and depressed.

I look forward to getting home, seeing Darlene and the Alpacas. My parents are visiting, and I look forward to seeing them. I don’t look forward to going to work, for many reasons. And now I should get my nose to the grindstone and do some of that work.