A few good things about being depressed.
I’m saving money.
It’s easy when you never go out and I don’t like anything enough to buy it.
I’ve lost weight.
Not the way I’d like to but I’ll take it.
Sometimes I feel numb.
My job has been really stressful this week. When things are breaking and burning down around me, I still feel panicked inside, but on the outside it feels like my body is already prepared. It’s easier to not cry or even flinch at the thought of things getting worse. “What’s that? The building is on fire? Nah, I’m fine. I wasn’t having a good day today, anyway and I was already frowning!”
The kind of fake confidence you get from not caring about how you look anymore.
It takes me about 10 seconds to decide what to wear now. Is it clean-ish? Did anyone see me wearing this yesterday?
Extra dog cuddle time.
I think she feels bad for me so she’s putting up with it.
*This blog made me laugh when I was feeling really awful about myself. Now I know it’s okay for me to feel terrible and still make fun of myself for it.