There are days when nothing seems important, where everything seems disappointing, where my motivation to do anything is completely absent.
I've been having a lot of those days lately. I know enough to know that that's called depression.
I woke up this morning and went back to bed. I didn't feel like a human being until at least 11. It's the first day this week I haven't had somewhere to bring my kids first thing, haven't had a way to keep going through the motions and playing at being an adult.
So I didn't. I just full on fell apart.
I'm tired.
I'm tired of being tired.
Summer is hard, dude. My kids are either at home asking me to do something and wrestling each other to the ground, or are being driven around from event to event. I don't have time to think. I don't have time to breathe, let alone to read or write.
And then I stop for a minute to breathe and think and I realize that's much worse.
This is the dark. I've been living in the dark for a while now. I've been improving my night vision instead of turning on a lamp.
It's time to ask for help with the lamp.
