It’s happening again. The elevator is going down again. The weather outside is gloomy again. I woke up this morning and wished I hadn’t… again.
I was feeling a little better the last couple of days. Now, well, back to crying a bunch and just wanting to sleep all the time. Wanting to die. (Smile) My first thought this morning was a big knife stabbing me in my chest. The depressed mind has, well, a mind of its own.
So, I think… maybe if I can get back to sleep, back to the quite, when I awake again later I will feel better. Maybe the sun will come out. But, I doubt it. The forecast is gloomy for the next several days.
Gloomy weather here as well. The funny thing is though, something about gloominess is sort of comforting.
VodkaAndRazors: I find that to be the same with me sometimes. The sun is best but at times, yes, I love a gloomy day. There’s just been too many lately and I am so tired of crying. It seems like thats all I do anymore.