My husband wants us to keep picking up my son instead of putting him in Afterschool care. The folks at my work aren't too happy. I don't know. My depression keeps popping up. I still feel empty inside. I feel alone. I don't know why. And, although I feel slightly better than I normally do, I still feel woozy and weak. I want to sleep.
I tried to wish someone well on here, and for some reason the comment didn't take which makes me massively paranoid in thinking that someone either knows me or I have offended someone.
I've got to pick my son up in a few minutes. I feel very very tired and yucky. Work is really ambigous. My diet is screwy and my body image is driving me crazy. I'm just a few pounds away from obesity and my body is changing. I'm getting this horrid bottom and thick stomach even though I don't eat a whole lot. It is like my body is shifting. It is really gross. I guess that I might have to go to a gym. It's just super gross.
I don't feel challenged and I feel blechy all the time. I take lamictal and melatonin at night and I feel that it isn't helping like it should. My doctor is a

Anyway, I have to go. I have some Hawaiian punch over at the church where my husband works. I will sign out, go get that and then go pick up my son.
See y'all,
C.