I've been exhausted. Completely wiped out. But the nice thing, I guess, is that I am letting myself be tired, honoring my body "so to say". At first it was to nurture myself and listen... but now it is playing into depression. I hate saying my depression because i don't want to own it. I don't want it in my life at all. It is an unwanted guest who has been demanding more and more of my time. I'm pulling out of it a little, I think.
I see potential whereeas all I saw before was a person stuck in a never-ending cycle of gray. I've started to do some of the things that I used to love doing. And I've started to dream again. Without dreams, there is no reason to live or function... or live... So i'm starting a bucket list. Now all I need is some motivation to follow thru and not stay holed up in my bedroom.
