It’s noon here. I’m sitting in a recliner. I’ve pretty much been here most of the day other than to grab a snack or a drink. I’ve pretty much been here most of the summer. I usually read. Romance and romantic suspense are my genre of choice mostly. They have strong women characters. I envy them. Some of the books I read are great and some are horrible, but I keep reading them. I have other genres in my library and I want to read them because I know that the stories will be very interesting, especially the non-fiction, but I start them and then let them slide away…unfinished. I start projects that I am very excited for and never finish them. I look around the house, think of all the things I can do, and go back to reading. I let my phone calls go to voicemail because I don’t want to talk to the debt collectors. They just remind me that I’m not being responsible and doing what I know I should do. Get a job. I used to love working. I even tried to start my own business. I am an intelligent, educated person. Why do I have to be this way? I miss myself. I haven’t been myself in more years than I know. Help.
4 thoughts on “Depression”
Debbie
So sorry Julie… I know we don’t talk much at all but know I’m here if you ever want to. I loved our relationship back in the day and will always have a special place for you in my heart.
barbora
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Julie
Thank you Barbora. I just skimmed it and it looks interesting.
repurposewithpurpose
Been too long since we spoke, and we let a hate filled situation destroy what I considered a great friendship. Time to mend that fence, don’t you think Julie? I am here, and always willing to listen.