I just cannot believe how hideously horrible I feel.
I am totally and utterly, thoroughly, massively fecked off with depression and the constant head thrash that comes with it. How on earth do you drag your body out of bed when it feels dead? Why bother to put food in your mouth when you cannot even enjoy it? Walking around like a zombie, totally switched off, not even wanting to be involved because everything seems so flat, dull, pointless. Why bother having a wash when you don't give a damn, everything is too much effort.
I feel like a slug, a scab, a furry dog poo (you don't see many of those these days), I am the lowest of the low.
Where do you get the motivation to carry on? Mindfulness and CBT, OMG don't set me off. You feel crap so you think positive thoughts, change your beliefs, then you are supposed to feel better. What a load of tosh. I have never been more mindful of how I feel, I accept that I am depressed and this is how it feels to be depressed........... then what? Nothing changes.
Bring on the ECT, somebody put me in a coma, whack me over the head with a baseball bat, I cannot stand this anymore.
Tomorrow I am not getting up. I am never getting up ever again. I will rot in my bed. I cannot do this anymore.
I am sorry to be so negative, especially for those of you who come here for comfort and inspiration.
No doubt I WILL drag my carcus out of bed tomorrow and feel guilty and ashamed for posting this but I need to get it out before I explode.
Freaky