Ok, so since I get at least 1 vistor per post, I thought I would try post every day… and make this sort of my “Internet Hub.” Except I’m not too sure what to write about.
I just woke up from a “depression nap.” I call it that, because I sleep when I’m depressed. But sometimes I don’t sleep well, and it makes me more depressed. That was the case this time.
It’s now 9:15pm. And honestly, I’ll probably go back to sleep again soon. Even though I don’t sleep well. Because I’m not sure what I’m going to do for the rest of the night…
Yea, so that’s it. That’s the post.
Thanks for reading!
I guess I will be honest…
The rest of my morning hasn’t been going so well.
I’m alone almost all of the time. (A little background, I don’t have a job. I’ve tried looking.)
A video I watched about loneliness said to “reach out to people” but I have no one to reach out to…
… and no one can change the way I feel but me. Unless they’re a miracle worker.
That is all.
Thanks for reading!
I’m in a really weird space right now.
Ever since I was 13 I’ve wanted to make music.
But after going through what I went through over the past decade or so, things have changed.
I no longer feel the same about music. And I don’t know if I can make music now that I’m willing to try.
It’s a weird space because I’m thinking “NOW what do I do with my life?”
How could I have lived this life having the desires that I have had, and now not be able to fulfill them? My life is empty and void of meaning.
I haven’t had a true desire in years. At least not the same as it was back when I was young.
I hope and wish to get back to that place, of feeling good, etc, etc. But I don’t even know if it’s possible!
What do you think?
Who else takes depression naps?
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!