|unhappiness has a source - always|
July 3, 2013
Okay and so here I go . . . again. Right back into a place nobody wants to know about...
It was different - before RA before being homebound. I could go for a walk. I could go and do ANYTHING and move round so that the mass of the torment didn't impinge on me as much, or as strongly.
However, being confined for most of the time with this god-damned disease, I feel so BAD I want to tear into myself which is a new developement.
I think it comes from associating with people who are deeply irretrievably depressed. I have 2 such people right on my lines.
Since knowing these people, I have a big, black mass like a dark cloak hampering my usual sunny spirit.
GOD. what to do. what to DO.