Carry On, Bluestockings

The trouble with chronic depression is that sometimes you can literally wake up feeling miserable for no reason at all. It’s almost impossible to shake and I usually end up losing a whole day to feeling sad and fat and useless.

I’m going to try and force myself to dry my hair, leave the house and see if Elsa the Cat wants to sit with me for a while. If the next two days really are going to be the Snowpocalypse that the Weather Network is predicting, I’ve got to shake this now.