Years ago, I told my aunt I had fallen into a deep depression after a visit to my sister (the hoarder). My aunt tried to tell me that it was normal to "get a little sad" after a visit with family, not to worry, I'd get over it. I knew it was worse than that.
My depressions, as a rule, are not dependent on current events. My mugging and some of Ron's blackouts nonwithstanding. Those have triggered depressions. I had such a nice mania going, too, when I got mugged, but I remind myself I did beat him up and he didn't get anything of value either.
So, depressed. I've been having post-traumatic nightmares, too. Issues, issues, issues.
I am probably in need of good therapy (I hear you laughing, over there), but doubt I could find a quality therapist, who's a believer, who is accessible to me getting there by myself.
So, yesterday was pretty quiet. I slept in until 8, got up, did my shower and God Time (I am running behind, today), watched a little TV, and took a nap. I got up and went to Walmart with Chuck. Ron didn't want to go and it was "supposed" to rain today, which of course it never did.
We are headed for a drought if we don't get some rain, soon, though.
I got what I needed at Walmart (no cookies, though, I need to get back on a better eating plan) and came home. I put everything away and went to bed pretty early.
I got up at 8 am today (common theme, here, 8 AM is my magical sleep late time), and fed the cats, watched a little TV, and ate my protein bar for breakfast. I took my pills, drank my Diet Mountain Dew, all my usual stuff. I will have to wrap it up pretty soon, though, and get my shower. Then my God Time.
After that, hopefully a short nap and then we are going somewhere? I think Sam's Club, to get some waters for work. I'll see when Ron gets up.
I just feel so oppressed, stuck in the past, brooding on things that happened decades ago. It doesn't do any good, and I'll "get over" it eventually.
I just don't see how anyone with this illness would choose to manage it without medication.