And yet I haven't blogged all month. I have barely volunteered. I've even struggled to pick up a book and read. I'm sorry.
I haven't kept my depression a secret on this blog. I've even written about it (using some NSFW language - you've been warned!) multiple times on my other blog. If you've experienced a depressive episode, you know how the past few weeks have been for me. You're probably familiar with what I think of as "The Fog" - that feeling where you're walking through life like a zombie and everything is covered with that blurry film like in those allergy commercials. It's hard to explain to someone who hasn't experienced it.
"Why are you crying?!" my husband asks.
"I don't know," I sob ridiculously. And the funny thing is, I really don't know! I don't know why it's so hard to get out of bed or get into the shower. I don't know why I forgot how to have fun, and I don't know how to snap out of this funk.
It's getting better, though, so don't worry - I promise there are upbeat posts in my future :) The Fog is beginning to lift, and, hey, I am writing this post fully dressed, showered, and with makeup on, so...baby steps!
Thank you for being here <3