It is worst, possibly, when a bout of depression has rooted itself in my brain overnight, when I wake in the morning and feel tears stinging my eyes despite the fresh morning. My slumps normally are worse in the evening or at night–I’m an incurable morning person and a new day usually brings me a ray of hope.
Some mornings, however, every great now and then, I wake and face the day already tangled with the thick heavy cloud of sadness. On these days the depression is a wet woolen rug thrown over me–struggling to throw it seems silly, because it will just chafe and coldly rub my skin raw. If I hold still maybe it’ll be better–at least the wet parts touching me won’t be moving.
Of course it’s not better.
Let’s have a Tuesday,
black sheeped
PS. Is anyone else grossed out by Old Navy’s recent ad series? With the models? Or with the scrolling models on their home page, with ribs sticking out all over the place? And bony, bony legs?
