- Feb 8, 2011
Well I had a black out depression day that my refusing to let it take control completely exhausted myself. I woke up after a poor nights sleep. But in my mind, it was dark. A ten pound weight on each shoulder. Feet like stone, legs, ugh. I had a list of things to do from the day before. Determined not to let this manifestation of doom take away my day, the fight began. Getting dressed and out the door only took an hour. Then off to deliver returns. Assessors office, then the post office, the optometrist, Mac repair, yogurt, and back home. Still black but not in bed. Bunch of busy work to keep busy. Pulling weeds. Picking up shingles. Getting the food bowls ready for the cats and then eating. At the end of the day, I spent a little time on an eagle hunt. Usually by this time of year, there are many eagles, but just our local residents on hand. Finally at five, I gave up and went to bed. It was a battle and life is good again. This type of thing used to hit me for weeks, because I let it. No more. Who wants to come visit and play pool? Mask available. Covid-19 safe.