The Difference A week Makes

Depression is weird. At the beginning of this week, I would of quite happily curled up into a ball and died. Not that now that feeling has completely gone but it is cowering at the back of my mind somewhere.

Monday through to Wednesday I felt dreadful. I was desperately sad for no reason as nothing awful had happened but I was acutely aware that I was in in a shitty job, had no money and a wedding to plan. (blah, blah, blah). Of course I still no that now but from Thursday onwards I now feel everything is temporary, it will all work out and life’s fun again.

I cried most of Tuesday night and Wednesday morning (my sister tipped me over the edge of insanity with her ridiculousness) but a few days away from each other has helped (although I am still angry!) But she is my amazing sister and that will pass when we get over ourselves!.

Depression is hard to control for me because I seem to have lots of things build up and then something happens and I dissolve in floods of my own tears. I already felt shit before the mishap with the sister but that was the final straw.

The thing is with depression, you could feel low for a day, a week, a month, or even years. Which in itself is a little depressing!

But the weekend has been fun with meetings up with some of my lovely friends and day out with two of them and my fiance (who brought me flowers and gave me lots of hugs because I was upset <3). Plus I did a tad bit of shopping, which never fails to make things slightly better (which I realize could become expensive!).

The idea of my new years resolution of being happy is for these low moods to appear less often if at all (without having to resort to shopping and eating chocolate!). Obviously need to get my thinking cap back on!

I hope your weekend has been as good as mine : )