out of words
A page in the diary "Wednesday's Child"
Written by vivica 10. Aug 2008 10:33 PM
and I don't know what to do with myself anymore. Everything just seems too hard at the moment and I don't know if I can cope.
And it's frustrating and it makes me angry because this doesn't seem the way that things should be. But I guess I could whinge and moan all day about how it's not fair...
I didn't go to work today, I called in sick. Party because my tummy was a-hurtin'.
But mostly because I felt (and feel) like all the strength has been sapped from my body and all I wanted to do was curl up under a pile of blankets and die (well, the latter didn't eventuate). Which is also very frustrating, because this is not who I am!
I am not this miserable, self-loathing depressive who resents everything and wishes harm on herself.
It's not me. I want my life back. I don't even remember what it was like before the depression took it over.
I just want it to stop.
Eh.