I guess I have to admit to myself that I have been depressed the last few days. I want so badly to fight it off. I hate feeling overpowered by anything including depressed feelings.
I woke this morning with a positive outlook and positive thoughts. I had a helpful therapy session last night to help me get to that point. I survived my morning at work and even didn't mind being there. By afternoon I was slipping again. I withdrew for awhile; shutting my office door in the afternoon but was able to bring myself out so as not to make my depression worse by isolating myself.
I came home, made dinner, and felt very dissociated. I had a drink. I felt very unsettled. I took a drink to my room and decided to paint.
I haven't painted in years. Feelings of depression have overcome me triggered by painting and memories that rushed back with it. I can't cry. I never can. I wish I could release in that way.
I know what I should do. I should go downstairs and be with my family. I'm frozen. I can't do it. I wish I could express myself through painting like I did when I was younger but I seem to have lost that ability as well. I can only express myself with writing and even then I'm short on words to describe what's in my head.
I hate this feeling. I hate knowing what I should do and being unable to make myself move. I hate being depressed but I hate being dissociated too. I'm not sure which is worse. Drinking doesn't help but its too late for tonight. I've already started. I hate being trapped and that's what I feel right now.
I woke this morning with a positive outlook and positive thoughts. I had a helpful therapy session last night to help me get to that point. I survived my morning at work and even didn't mind being there. By afternoon I was slipping again. I withdrew for awhile; shutting my office door in the afternoon but was able to bring myself out so as not to make my depression worse by isolating myself.
I came home, made dinner, and felt very dissociated. I had a drink. I felt very unsettled. I took a drink to my room and decided to paint.
I haven't painted in years. Feelings of depression have overcome me triggered by painting and memories that rushed back with it. I can't cry. I never can. I wish I could release in that way.
I know what I should do. I should go downstairs and be with my family. I'm frozen. I can't do it. I wish I could express myself through painting like I did when I was younger but I seem to have lost that ability as well. I can only express myself with writing and even then I'm short on words to describe what's in my head.
I hate this feeling. I hate knowing what I should do and being unable to make myself move. I hate being depressed but I hate being dissociated too. I'm not sure which is worse. Drinking doesn't help but its too late for tonight. I've already started. I hate being trapped and that's what I feel right now.