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I haven't been dealing well with my depression. I basically sit in front of the tv, or the computer, or just sleep. Something has got to change, because I don't know how much longer I can go on like this.
My lady canceled for my cleaning job for tomorrow, and I am thankful. I've been struggling with even wanting to go to work.
My house, for the most part, is a mess. I care, but I don't. I don't have the energy to do much more than the needed dishes and food prep.
I have not been able to do any art, or any writing, really. Thank goodness I have the piano and art room down at the VA, because at least those things get me out of the house. Otherwise, I'd be a big lump of mold right about now.
This way that I have been living, is not living.
I am reminded of a quote. It has been on my mind all day long.
"Get busy living, or get busy dying." Shawshank Redemption
I think I'm at that point now, I need to do whatever I have to, no matter how painful, in order to get busy living.
Otherwise, I may head down that road, and get busy dying.