My son is off with his grandparents now. Me, I’m not sure what to do with myself. As I wrote last night, depression is rearing it’s ugly head again: I don’t feel like I want to do anything. No desire. I’m just a hollow shell going through the motions.
But I’m fighting it. I know I’ve missed some doses of antidepressants lately, so I must be diligent now. It takes a few days for them to help—but I’m lucky, for some it takes weeks.