Thick mud.
Some days have been better; I'm useful, productive. The world's kinder, clearer, fun and forgiving.
But today i'm just 50, single and tired.
Later today, there's a plan to be useful. Doing for others get me out of myself.
I know what to do to move through depression. Today, I'm indulging - I'm just kind of tired.
Something will happen, as it always does. And I will feel better. Until then - depression. A heart feels so heavy. Like a shoe stuck in mud.
