The Blues.....


So, I've been fighting them for weeks now. The blues are lurking in my peripheral vision, threatening to come over for a visit. It happens three, maybe four times a year. Sometimes worse than others, always swept out of the door with me just getting up and doing stuff that has to be done. But when you are depressed you don't want to get up and do that stuff. It takes everything for me to get up and do a load of laundry. People who don't suffer from it don't/can't understand. It consumes you entirely. I always manage to function for the boys but that's all I'm doing. I'm not myself, I can't wait for alone time, I want to sleep or just sit in front of the T.V. Of course, I can only do those things when the boys are at school or napping or in bed for the night. I guess I don't have it as bad as some do. That's something to be thankful for. And, so far, this time I'm managing to not fall into the Abyss.