Depression can make you miss tiny details. When teaching, tiny details can make a big difference. So, instead of grading today, I need to rework tomorrow's lecture to account for those tiny details I missed two weeks ago.
Whelp, my doctor upped the dosage of my antidepressant today. Here’s hoping it helps!
I am so tired of being tired. Every inch I claw may way out of this depressive episode sends me sliding back three feet.
Whelp, it looks like it’s time to reassess the meds. My mental health has been steadily deteriorating and it feels like crisis is around the corner. Dammit.
In last night's dreams, I was back working in retail.
On, I'm sure, an unrelated note, I'm exhausted this morning.
Which is going to win today? The ambition and inspiration I found at the conference I attended last week or the depression and ambivalence of conference withdrawal that swarmed me as soon as I got home?