Struggling With Depression

Sometimes I miss my old self - the one without all the depression and worries (or at least less of them).

I miss doing something with my friends without having to talk myself out of my black mood first. I miss the amount of invitations I used to get to be with my friends; however, I understand the fewer invitations, since lots of times I can't get myself to pick up the phone or send an email to those I cherish.

I miss the casual banter with my pals...now it seems like most people don't know what to say to me. I don't blame any of them, since I don't know what to say to myself most of the time either.

I miss the easy feeling of being.





Not that this post is entirely a pity party. Some days are better than others and I do my best to rejoice in them.

Some times are like the other night, when I was lucky enough to see 3 bunnies cavorting in the grass near my apartment building, under the light of the full moon.

On those days I laugh, I giggle, I vamp, I love, and most importantly, I don't worry. Those days are fan-fucking-tastic, and I look forward to more of them.



As always, my sincere love to you all.