For the last eight years I've gone between feeling OK and depressed. For the last two weeks or so, depression has taken over my life once again. I guess it started when my fake younger sister came to me with some concerns and asked me for advice. I started to think about things for her and for me...well, it was for her and I was wondering why I can't listen to my own advice. Add in seasonal depression and the 2 weeks of rain we had and all these thoughts lately about fears and insecurities and struggling to find myself and of course a depression/slump is in order. I've shed a few tears/cried probably everyday for the last week and a half.
I have a few things to look forward to. Next week I'll be in Indianapolis, in July I am taking some days off, in August I am heading to Idaho/Wyoming, September I am going to Brazil and November is San Diego. I hate to wish time away, but I am looking forward to getting out of here for a few days...even if most of those are work trips where I'll be working my butt off. But it isn't enough to help me get out of this depression. I know the longer it stays, the harder it is to get out. Like quicksand.
I guess I'll have a lot to talk to my life coach about on Monday.