The Big D & Me: Twas a shitty Saturday before Christmas…

I’ve suffered from the Big D for years, I hate the word depression, it conjurs up visions of hard times in history, masses of negativity and lots of bad shit. Yes, it is nasty, it makes life hard, and it has had me in bad bad places before, and as is the case with mental illness, there is no cure and only you can help yourself. I’m not going to go into great detail, thats for another day to bore people to tears, but at the moment I’m struggling a little.  I want to sleep all day yet I am wide awake at night; I can’t control my eating, I have huge issues with compulsive and emotional eating, one huge vicious circle; and the biggest issue is I have no energy to do anything or go anywhere. Me and the monster have not been out all week – yes, I know its selfish, but I haven’t wanted to face the world.  That involves washing my hair and drawing my eyebrows on and I haven’t cared. I knew I needed to go out today – we had no milk and no bread, and nothing that I could concoct a meal from.…

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