Depression and I are beginning our usual dance. I’ve not felt well since Sunday and while I’d hoped to get back to work today, when I woke up this morning my teeth were chattering from cold and I was nauseous. It’s just a virus, but for me it’s like being invited to a “drink the cool-aid” party.
Because I haven’t felt well, I’ve not put on make up or fixed my hair in 4 days and can’t find the energy to care about how I look. Thank God I have a hat for the trip I had to make to the store for cat food.
Now starts the fight to pull myself together and get out the door. As depression and I dance, I have to continue to remind myself…this too shall pass.
Thank God for tomorrow…and another chance to overcome.