Eighteen days left to the school year, and I ‘m still not better… I’m tired, anxious, and absolutely dreading the months ahead.
Summer is when my depression peaks and seasonal affective disorder has me in it’s grip. I’m usually feeling better by September or October, but this year feeling better never happened.
Days blurred into one another and exhaustion set in. Mind numbing tasks abounded, but there wasn’t really anything to look forward too. The loud sounds of the house send me into a disassociated state, and all I want to do is sleep.
I don’t feel good about the oncoming Summer…