When you’re in the midst of a depressive episode, everything is so damned hard. Little things that you know aren’t really hard are suddenly these insurmountable obstacles that are only in your path for the sole purpose of fucking up everything but good.
When you’re in the midst of a depressive episode and really are dealing with situations that are taxing to people who aren’t depressed, well, let’s just say the urge to crawl into a hole and hide from everything and everyone is Very Strong.
Sometimes I just get so tired of trying so hard all the time. Trying to be a loving and supportive wife. Trying to be a patient and attentive mother. Trying to be an effective and motivating boss. Trying to make sure everyone will be pleased with their Christmas gifts. Trying to make sure we get where we need to be when we need to be there. Trying to keep this house out of a hoarders show. I feel like all I do is try and I’m never really successful at anything. I’m just sort of half-assing my way through everything.
I want to be a whole-asser.test Filed under complaining, confessional | Comments (9)