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.