I’ve been gradually coming to the realization that I’ve become depressed and anxiety ridden and it’s beginning to really affect my life. This is not a good thing and I am really trying to stop this train before it really picks up speed.

It’s a weird thing, depression. I am not incapacitated by it, I can still laugh and be happy about certain things, yet I sink back in to the little black hole of doom at the drop of a hat. My body aches all over and I cry at the littlest things.

My depression doesn’t seem to have a direction. It’s a general, over all type thing and I inherited it from my dad’s side of the family.

I need to take a break from this post for a while. I’ll be back later…