When you see the title of the post is a Dear Diary: Feel free to skip right on past it. It’ll probably be a moan or a rant or me feeling sorry for myself and it’ll probably make you roll your eyes and sigh heavily.
This past weekend was the first weekend in a while that I felt like, properly sad.
I mean, other weekends/days recently have been sad but in a ugly sobbing, snotty nose kinda way.
This past weekend I just felt defeated? Oh hey, mild depression and severe loneliness – long time no see!
It’s a weird feeling. You know if you just leave the house, you’ll feel better. But you don’t feel fine enough to actually get out of bed.