warning: this post may depress you

Last week, I uttered the words, “I’m worried about me” to my sister, having somehow identified and isolated a moment of relative clarity amidst my generally (and unhealthily) excessive rumination to acknowledge my inability to feel less depressed than I did on this day last month. Truthfully, I’ve been headed in a mostly downward direction these past six weeks—a descent interrupted only once by the brief but unbelievably therapeutic visit from friends too long gone. And now, as I find myself confronting the same damn sadness, I feel sometimes too tired to care, too exhausted by past attempts to cultivate contentment to even try this time around.

Sigh.

I’m sure I’ll feel better soon. One way or another.