Oh God, this is going to be totally random and I’m not going to apologize in advance (or in retrospect, either) for this crap. The only thing I can say is that I feel maybe, hopefully, oh help me sweet chocolate Baby Jesus I hope so! that the depression is lifting. Either that, or I’m
“Friday night, I crashed your party…Saturday I said I’m sorry…Sunday came and trashed me out again.”
“You may be right. I may be crazy.” Depression. It’s real and most of the time, you can’t “just snap out of it.” I should know. I’ve been dealing with it on and off all of my life. It isn’t situational, not all of the time (yeah it was when Mr. Swirly died, but that
Okay, so if I am a so-called “shopaholic,” why do friends and family keep giving me catalogs and telling me about sales and/or new stores opening? In a world of “No, Non, no you can’t buy that,” I am surrounded by enablers. Don’t worry, I haven’t slipped yet. Not since the last time I did.