isn’t life supposed to be beautiful and wondrous ? Where is it? Is it a crock of whoohey? Or has depression truly gaveled myself down?

I try so hard every day to cheer up. I hope and pray. I continuously say that my frown will be upside down.

Then I cry and cry until my eyes want to fall out of their sockets.

How does one cheer yourself up?

I have tried so many variety of ideas and failed.

I am exhausted and it is late now.

I shall look at my dream condominium before I get to sleep. My third sleep.

It is all I feel like doing right now. 

I am sorry.  I will do better for tomorrow .

I will try.