Today, I’ve woken up with a renewed sense of determination.
I’ve hit a bit of a slump with my depression in the past week or so, triggered by everyday life and made no better by my own outlook. I’ve suffered with the beast for many, many years, but somehow, the telltale signs never fail to sneak up on me; I become irritable, exhausted, lose my appetite, and boom, everything starts to feel like a ten pound bag of suck.
Of course, I tend to be a bit on the critical side when it comes to seeing these things in myself. My sneaky, cold inner critic has an answer for absolutely everything.