Today started as a bad day, and slowly seems to be changing for the better. When I got up today, I was stressed out to begin with, then, things weren't running like they should, and I kept hurting myself. One of the joys of being a klutz 
Everything in the mail was either an overdue bill or something else equally nasty. One of my roommates asked me what was wrong. At first, I just said I was having a bad day. Then I thought... what the hell, might as well put a context to my behavior. So I decided to tell him. Now he knows there's a reason why keep bizarre hours, why I shut myself in my room and just want to be left alone a lot, and why my eyes always look like bruises. I've got depression. I've had it for almost two years, and the vast majority of that time, it was uncontrolled. I've made some progress, but I'm not out of the woods yet. I'm still battling insomnia, fatigue, and spiraling dark thought proccesses. Telling my roommate opened up a deeper mode of communication between us, plus now I'm a little less of a puzzle to him. Next thing I know, I see a cat perched out on the window sill. I thought that was kind of funny, and looked away for a bit. When I looked back, he was still there, and now he was just staring at me and meowing. So, I went out to see what was going on with him, and he climbed right into my arms and started purring like a motorboat. I don't know a lot of cats that would be that friendly with a complete stranger. I brought him inside, gave him some good pets, gave him some hamburger from my supper and fresh water, then put him back outside. I'll keep an eye out... see if he comes back. I was on SG, and found a comment from a member here that lives in my area... You could have knocked me over with a feather. People from Iowa are in pretty short supply on this site, much less someone who lives in the neighboring city!! Nice to meet ya, BeckyJane! 
Everything in the mail was either an overdue bill or something else equally nasty. One of my roommates asked me what was wrong. At first, I just said I was having a bad day. Then I thought... what the hell, might as well put a context to my behavior. So I decided to tell him. Now he knows there's a reason why keep bizarre hours, why I shut myself in my room and just want to be left alone a lot, and why my eyes always look like bruises. I've got depression. I've had it for almost two years, and the vast majority of that time, it was uncontrolled. I've made some progress, but I'm not out of the woods yet. I'm still battling insomnia, fatigue, and spiraling dark thought proccesses. Telling my roommate opened up a deeper mode of communication between us, plus now I'm a little less of a puzzle to him. Next thing I know, I see a cat perched out on the window sill. I thought that was kind of funny, and looked away for a bit. When I looked back, he was still there, and now he was just staring at me and meowing. So, I went out to see what was going on with him, and he climbed right into my arms and started purring like a motorboat. I don't know a lot of cats that would be that friendly with a complete stranger. I brought him inside, gave him some good pets, gave him some hamburger from my supper and fresh water, then put him back outside. I'll keep an eye out... see if he comes back. I was on SG, and found a comment from a member here that lives in my area... You could have knocked me over with a feather. People from Iowa are in pretty short supply on this site, much less someone who lives in the neighboring city!! Nice to meet ya, BeckyJane!
Nice to meet you too!