Sometimes when I'm on my way to work I want to give up, lie down on the pavement in despair and ..well, I don't know what exactly would happen next, which is mostly why I haven't done it. But it's hard to keep from falling into that sort of abyss. I laugh at myself, try to chide myself out of it, etc, and keep a running, slightly mocking refrain in my head "poor baby, feel so sorry for me!"
I've always avoided thinking about depression, thinking what's the point? If I dwell on things they'll just get blown up out of proportion & get worse. Plus, I hate to be a complainer. Plus, I don't want people to feel sorry for me. I don't think I'm clinically depressed or anything, just real sad these days.
What's a troll to do? Thinking about seeing a doctor, but haven't gotten it together. Then perhaps I would become Zoloft Troll. Or Zolltroll for short. Something.
2 comments:
Sweetie, I'm always open to talk if you want to. That's not being a complainer, silly! And no one's feeling sorry for you either. It's not about that. Just trolls hanging out and talking about dizzying trollness. Lemme know - LEG
Thanks, LEG!
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