Out of sorts
I recently read a good chunk of my journal trying to locate a cookie recipe I posted there and I was surprised at the amount of stuff that I didn't remember writing. I felt a little like an amnesiac trying to piece together strands of a forgotten past and, all the time wonder, who is this person? Is that me? Do I really write like that?
Recently I've had several bouts of depression. I could feel it slowly slipping in, taking over piece by piece until it's three days later and I've only left my room to take the occasional bathroom break. On the plus side, I'm not binge eating and my weight is still down (partially due to not eating for a few days). I know I can't continue like this and I'm constantly reminded by Allison Janney's Kaiser Permanente mantra of "two steps forward and one step back is still one step forward" and have been saying that to myself over and over these past few days. I don't know where this post was supposed to go, but I wanted to post something.
Recently I've had several bouts of depression. I could feel it slowly slipping in, taking over piece by piece until it's three days later and I've only left my room to take the occasional bathroom break. On the plus side, I'm not binge eating and my weight is still down (partially due to not eating for a few days). I know I can't continue like this and I'm constantly reminded by Allison Janney's Kaiser Permanente mantra of "two steps forward and one step back is still one step forward" and have been saying that to myself over and over these past few days. I don't know where this post was supposed to go, but I wanted to post something.