Depression is smothering me much like a plastic bag over a weed in hot summer. I fear the fear I've have for months is coming to pass. Rain has set in, dull grey clouds I loved all but two years ago because of the infinite number of shades of grey have become hated. The longer they are staying...the worse I am becoming. It takes all my energy to do anything, and seems inordinately pointless. For, if it follows the course, October will be the worst.
I need to move. Someplace the weather stays the same, or as near to the same as one could hope for. I just don't know how that will happen...one, even at my best I need a semi caregiver. Two, my not working and no SSI would mean a super tight belt. Manageable, yes. But harsh when I don't even manage shopping now, but give funds to someone else to get them. I fear I am here, though I love it here...the weather is going to mean months and months of depression and illness.
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