And here I thought I was cranky and depressed the last few days. Turns out that I'm sick, evidently!! Way to be in touch with your body!
The whining will re-commence when my joints quit aching.
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Sylvia Plath wrote about depression as a bell jar. For me, as a depressive with ADD, it also feels like things are constantly flying by my head, as if I lived inside of a snowglobe, and I can't focus on any one thing. This is my attempt to detail my struggles with depression and anxiety.
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