Depression is Selfish
I’ve drawn a tight circle around myself and cannot see beyond it.
Hibernation and pajamas for days. Sometimes you just have to give into it.
I’m angry at myself for not being able to hang onto the happiness I felt two weeks ago.
I feel guilty for feeling bad when I have so many good things in my life.
I keep dwelling on how certain people disappoint me in such predictable ways.
I’m tired of letting past hurts soak into my daily fabric.
My daughter is incredibly happy and healthy.
My husband is patient and thoughtful.
Our home is cozy and beautiful.
There is not one material thing I want and do not have.
There is so much love in my life.
So. Much. Love.