Keeping it extremely short today and just saying that I was depressed all week.
I should rephrase that; I wasn’t “depressed” as in “synonymous with ‘sad’.” No, I was actually hit hard with depression. The kind that stops you from doing anything, where you think about every bad thing that’s ever happened to you and ultimately feel trapped, like there’s no happier future waiting for you. Just that for hours on end, every day.
Why? A bunch of elements of my life aligned to make for a bad time. Personal things mixed with bad news that made it extremely difficult to do anything for a while.
And that’s how I got to Saturday with not even the idea of what to write here. And then I just stood in bed the entire day. So no post. My bad.
I don’t know if I’m going to be in better spirits next weekend. We’ll see.
Until next time, if you know anyone who has a genuinely horrible living situation, but they’re always bright and chipper regardless, constantly telling jokes, help them. They won’t say it because they’re doing their best to not let their baggage affect other people, but they need someone to talk to. Please just be there for them.
House of Error 