When I am depressed, I am mean, edgy, negative, and argumentative. It is nothing personal. It is not even me. It is mental illness. My close friends know this and are full of support, understanding, and forgiveness.
It is a raging storm. We can only wait for it to pass and hope for limited damage.
At this time I am completely unable to do simple tasks. Brushing my teeth is herculean. As is eating, cleaning, dressing. There is no floor.
And it feels eternal..
~fjh
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