I still feel very tired. I feel as though I could use some time to myself and try to sort of catch up with my life which includes housework. I feel as if I am not a good mom because I don't make my kids help me more with chores.
My friend C is still talking to me. I am leery of her and of how she could possibly treat me again. Our friendship doesn't appear to be growing, it's at a standstill. I don't want to move forward and I believe in my heart that she doesn't want to move on either. I expect this friendship to dissolve eventually. I just don't care anymore. Love me or leave me, I must go on, go forward, move on...
I have given in to the idea that I am very tired and also becoming depressed. I have all the meds but somehow the depression is still there. I am thinking, oh well, oh hell, what can I do, I've tried everything I could for now, to keep this from happening. I can still smile, I go out and do things, but I've not been myself, not completely anyway.
This is my entry for now. As time has gone by I appear to be more depressed and I feel more depressed. I did try to fix it and now I don't see any quick fix anymore. It's like this is just how I'm gonna be, how my life is going to be, stable some of the time and unstable other times.