Down and out
Lately I have found myself in such a depression that I "no longer want to do things that once interested me." (Isn't that one of the signs?) Like blogging. I don't mean to neglect my readers and I have had all sorts of ideas for posts, but I just can't get the words down. I've not physically been feeling well at all and it has taken a toll on my mental health. My stomach continually hurts, though the cat seems to find my belly the best place to mush her 3 ton feet. I push her off me at least four times a day. Stupid cat. I'm having much more painful diarrhea and nausea as well. I really feel that my pancreas is to blame again and I'm beginning a pancreatic attack. Though I am too tired and lethargic to go to the hospital. I just don't want to do anything. Nothing. I seriously would stay in my bed and allow myself to die if I didn't have a daughter to get to school in the morning. There was a time when I accepted my Cro...