Depression is a nightmare. My words could never truly depict how fucking horrible it is to find yourself randomly stricken by an empty feeling that makes you want to withdraw from the world, curl up in your bed and sleep for the next 24-48 hours; at which point you might come out to test the waters once again.
Yesterday was one of those days. I have medication and most days I’m absolutely fine, which almost makes the days like I described above even worse. Something about the contrast between glorious contentment and painful sadness that makes the latter feel exaggerated by a thousand.
Anyway. I’m feeling mostly better today. It was just a regular work day, but I came home and face timed with my younger sister which was fantastic. I love her so much. Then I made white chocolate rocky road to takes to the office for a colleagues belated birthday celebrations. And really, any day which contains white chocolate rocky road must be a good day.