I could have written about many happier things this week, but it’s not been possible. Inertia, despair and a consuming unhappiness took over. Sometimes, your worst fears do come true and despite all the sunshiny optimism, a moment seals it for you that life isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. In a way, it’s overrated and makes sure we set ourselves up for a series of disappointments.
If I need to find hope, I can. I’m just not up to doing everything it needs. Nothing has changed but many things have.
For now, I just want to disappear.
Maybe this is what depression is like.