Man of the House

It seems silly not to just come out and confess that I'm really depressed at the moment. Not just "sad" but clinically, chemically depressed. It happens about every five years or so, so I'm used to it. There's nothing to be done except keep muddling through from day to day until one day the clouds part. The main thing is to try not to make it worse. To that end, I've been sleeping on the couch with the TV on. It keeps me company and stops me having dreams, which are usually of happy things that will never happen...which makes waking up pure torture. So this is my solution. Not perfect, but it works for me.

The other thing that is absolutely imperative for the chronic depressive is: at least one pet. They never get tired of listening to you complain and they don't care if you cry all the time. Sebastian is especially good for this sort of thing. This morning he curled up next to me and kept me company as I was mustering my strength to get up. He usually hates getting under the covers, but it was SO cold last night that he seemed downright grateful to get a corner of my blanket...and he even stayed there after I got up :)