Exhausted

Depression is so very physically exhausting. Just when I think I may be on my way to feeling normal, there’s another bad day. Actually another terrible day. Today was bad at work, then the tears started as soon as I pulled out of the parking lot. And they continued, completely uncontrollably, for a good part of the evenimg. I sat outside a lot, just to keep everyone away and not have to answer any questions. I just think life is so very sad. There’s more bad than good in this world. More sadness than happiness. More pain than comfort. More sickness than health. Life is sad enough, but it’s so much worse when you’re going through it alone, which I feel like I am. Nobody can possibly understand the things that I think about. I realized something today. I don’t think I even know HOW to be happy. Maybe I’ll figure it out some day. But for now, time to go to the only happy place I know. Sleep.