So, my friends, here I am, back with my ever lurking friend, The Slump. His good friends, Depression and Hopelessness are waiting in the wings, always knocking softly on the door, getting a bit louder as time passes and I sink a little further.
It’s so cliche and I hate even writing about it. I mean, how many times am I going to talk about being depressed? And then eventually, being amped up and slightly out of control? I think we’re on about 5,372 times up to today.
So, sighing, I tell you – I’m sad and getting sadder. I’m depressed and getting depressededer. I’m weepy and getting weepier. My iris’ are ratcheting ever smaller as I disappear on iota at a time, waiting for the inevitable moment when I vanish completely. That blessed moment of ceasing to exist and saying goodbye to this cruel, mean world etc., etc., etc.
Oh, look. Joe made cheese toast. I guess it’s not the end of the world if we still have cheese toast.
My depression that used to wait for October to start has already begun. I feel you.