Tonight I am feeling the lethargic weariness of depression, feeling it settled over me like a heavy and not-at-all-comforting blanket.
It’s just been an ordinary Sunday: phone calls with dad, and mum; walk along bushtrail; housework; phone call with best friend interstate; catching up on some TV: nothing out of the ordinary. Certainly nothing which would ordinarily leave me feeling as though I’ve worked a 13 hour day, before putting in a few hours’ study.
This is part of what depression can do to you: sap you of the energy you bring to everyday tasks.
What I’m proud of today is that although I may not have felt energetic, I still allowed myself to enjoy the things I’ve done.
If you let yourself enjoy what you can do, then you’ve won. And if there’s one thing I really love winning, it’s the fight against depression.
Go team Dysthymia! Woohoo! … yeah, that came out sounding a bit lame. Put it down to weariness – but weariness with a smile.