evzilla

I like to imagine that I handle things, you know, pretty well. I like to think that I can hold my own and keep my shit together, even when nothing is working out in my favor. What a lot of people like to call "depression" I think of as temporary bouts of, well, things not going my way. Depression is a chemical imbalance that should be treated by a doctor with medication. It's something you can't control and feeling "happy" doesn't eliviate it. Being bummed once in a while is something you need to take some fucking responsibility for, and it's completely on your shoulders. I'm fortunate to have never had a fight with depression, though, like everyone else, I get a little down sometimes. Right now, I'm a little bummed, and have been getting sucked back into that for about a week. My very simple solution is to not feel sorry for myself.
I ran in the rain, in the ghetto, last night. Alone. Which isn't typically my favorite thing on the planet, but it was nice last night. All I wanted to do was eat and go to sleep, but I knew I would wake up feeling just as shitty. So I ran. And then went to sleep. Now it's 5:30, and I need to get ready for work. I feel like crap, but less like crap than I did 12 hours ago.
So, at least there's that.
What ever.