Ugh. The last 7 days have been some of the roughest and lowest I've had the displeasure of experiencing.
Last week I finally got my sorry arse to the doctors to find that I've been suffering from depression for a while, and got signed off of work for 2 weeks (which isn't bad at all). But finally actually KNOWING what it is seems to have opened up all the **** I have repressed/ignored. Now I feel like someone has gone to town on my psyche with an ice pick and power hammer.
Some good news is that my dog gave birth to seven disgustingly cute pups on the Wednesday, and the good weather has been a great uplift for me.
But most of all I'm just grateful that I have Dekker and our Mum to talk to if things get too much.
I don't know if I'll ever completely get "Better", but I swear that I'm going to throw myself into whatever treatment the doctor recommends. I know only I can help myself at the end of the day, and despite my periodic bouts of self depreciation and hate, I will see it through. Not for my family or friends, but for me.