Dammit, I'm back here. Again. Life is crumbling down around me. Again. I can't do anything right. Again. I'm failing at life. Again.
The depression triggers have been coming at me hard and fast this week. Pain. Physical healing issues. Marriage trouble. Financial stressors. People judging me and my parenting. Cancelled psychiatrist appointment. Needy children. It goes on.
And I have so much to do. So much. My performance goes way, way down when this happens, which just makes me feel like even more of a failure. Unfortunately, I still have to get stuff done. It's taking everything in me to not cancel all our weekend plans, ship the boys to Grandma's, and hide in my room crying until life goes away.
And life never goes away, does it?