Sometimes sadness gets the better of me and becomes full-blown depression. It’s the down side to being a manic-depressive or rather ‘bi-polar disordered.’
This bout came on after a lengthy week of ups and downs. Everything from being overly tired, to the death of a friend, to news our housemate is retiring and moving to Las Vegas.
That last bit hit me like a ton of bricks. In the end though, I’ll pick myself up, dust myself off and I’ll press on.
Gotta admit its difficult when life happens in such rapid fashion.