Hello to my old friends on here. It’s been awhile. I’ve decided to start blogging again. At least today that is… So here’s what I posted on Instagram…
So I spent the whole day out and about until about 6:30pm. I haven’t eaten anything but I don’t have an appetite. I’ll probably eat something after this, as it will probably help me to feel better. I had a nice long talk with someone who helped get some things off my chest. But maybe they feel like they’re still there. All I feel right now is heartache. But I’m going to start writing like this as it may help me feel better to reflect on my day in this way. It’s 7:33pm now… I guess that’s it for now. Thanks for reading.
I wanted to share something to see if there is anybody else that does this.
I pretty much live most days trying to get through the day – like trying to get to the end of the day. And I’m tired of it. It’s night time now and I’m just going to go to sleep and do it all over again tomorrow; wanting the day to be over as soon as it starts. It’s almost as bad as waiting in a hospital emergency room.
Not literally. But figuratively. It’s really hard to get through the days. Some days it’s easier than others. But today is one of those hard days. Even though it seems to be going by fast. At 5pm I’m thinking of going out for Pizza, if I feel up for it.
For me, depression is like having a cold. It’s not like I’m really sad for a reason. I’m really sad for no reason. And it almost feels like having a cold. That’s not entirely true. I’m mostly sad because I’m alone.
I’m fighting one right now. I don’t like going to sleep when I’m depressed, but sometimes that’s all you can do. OR… you could write a blog. So that’s what I’m doing. This one is going to be more of a journal.
I went to Project Share (Food Bank) today because I woke up and realized that I would have no food for the day; unless I went to the Soup Kitchen, which I don’t like doing.
I spent my last $2 on a muffin and started walking. When I got there I realized that I was way early; just over an hour. So I waited outside, got tired, and laid down on the pavement. Than two people came out and offered me some food and water and told me they would be open in 30 minutes. So I laid back down.
Anyways, I’m home now. My neighbour told me a long spew about what she was going through, while we were eating popcorn that I got from Project Share. But it was the kind of story that you don’t want to eat through; to be polite.
Anyways… I’m probably going to take a nap. I suck at story telling.
Have a good day!