Depression has snuck up on me again. I wish this would have happened over the summer, though it kind of did (but not as intense…), because it would have been so much easier to sleep through it. Now I work eight hours a day, and require all the time I’m not working to sleep which is problematic because I’m an adult and have responsibilities like feeding myself and cleaning up after myself and I just wanna let it all go but I can’t, I just can’t let myself and that is so frustrating so I put up with staying up until eleven and waking up at six with thirty minutes to get ready for the day and being cranky… ugh. I took a mental health day, today. I decided at the last minute. The first day I’ve taken off from work, and I really wanted to save all my days in case my allergies got to intense or I caught something (and for MegaCon weekend, if I go). It just feels like a bag of boulders was dumped on me. I did laugh pretty hard earlier, which was nice, but I feel so tired that I just schlump here and don’t wanna do anything, almost not even watch anything.