So here I am, half way thru the weekend. I have slept about “normally” – at least for me. I have been awakened by nightmares several times each night… average. I have had too much anxiety… about average. And I am wondering what it means to be “happy”. I wonder about that a lot.
Most of the time I am just waiting for the day to end so I can go to bed. Of course that will lead to nightmares… I don’t know which is worse. Actually, I do. The being up and awake is worse. Because it is real.
There are things I do… mostly things that have to get done. Other that those, most of my time is just trying to hold things together. I am often on the verge of tears. I can’t be happy, and do fun things. I just need to get thru the day.
Motivation is a huge problem – I don’t have any personal motivation. I can shop… clean (some)… and do the basic things to take care of myself. But I have to be alone. Not just by myself, but alone. I can not have close friends. The closest I get are my Facebook friends. I can not socialize with others.
It’s okay… at least I am able to stick around.
So being asleep is the best thing – even with the nightmares. Being awake and alone is my next best state. Going out to run errands is tolerable about half the time – sometimes Lori has to do the shopping because I can not go out. Going out with friends, or having friends over are just out of the question.
“Alone” means more than being by myself. I can not even do things for myself. I can not hobby (which is not a verb, but used as one here), or work on my things. These are the normal days.
There are good days too. I have even gone out of photo shoots by myself! I have worked on projects, and hobbies. But those are the exceptional days. Depression is not as common as it used to be. Things are even worse when I am depressed. It will get better… we do always end up getting better.