don't have time to write. but I want to remember to write about the trees on summit avenue and how they twist toward sunlight, avoiding obstacles that are no longer there. had dinner with family. still working on my "fun" problem. i like fixing things. i am irritated at the idea of not being able to fix something. this is one crappy thing about Depression. It is not so fixable. just treatable. felt kinda floaty and weird today. forgot to take bupropion in the morning. yesterday i brought my meds with me to the Y because i didn't have time to take them in the morning. a bit foggy. my car keys kept diappearing and reappearing. only not really. I just didn't remember that i found them. and this morning I was somehow simultaneously really smiley and really distant. like there was a layer of happiness floating on a sea of blah. grateful crap: something good Daily convexions: ... Comments are closed.
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