I have been home from work for three days because I feel so fucking depressed. I have been lying in my bed since Saturday, staring at the ceiling, wishing the pain to go away. I cannot eat. I cannot sleep. At the same time I have a terrible conscience for not being at work since I have a lot to do.
Today I will try to get dressed. I will try to go to the library. I will try to have some food. Maybe tomorrow I can go back to work. Maybe.
I feel ashamed even though I know I shouldn't. This periods of crippling depression comes and goes but people don't understand which makes me feel this shame for not just trying to get my shit together.
Today I will try to get dressed. I will try to go to the library. I will try to have some food. Maybe tomorrow I can go back to work. Maybe.
I feel ashamed even though I know I shouldn't. This periods of crippling depression comes and goes but people don't understand which makes me feel this shame for not just trying to get my shit together.