While I feel happier every single day, my depression is getting worse. Take today for example: I had the whole day to do whatever I wanted. I was going to be productive! But every time I did something, I had to rest. Accomplish, nap, accomplish, nap. While I am happy with the small amount of success I did have today, as you can imagine, you can’t get a whole lot done when you have to take a quick nap every hour. I am getting older, and I can’t rely on my parents like I have done.
So what are my options? I thought I needed stronger medication. But stronger meds means more fatigue (possibly) and more money (definitely). So what about exercising more? Quite frankly, at this point the idea of me working out MORE than the little I can manage is laughable. My mom thinks I need to focus on my nutrition, but my living situation makes it difficult to prepare too many home cooked meals.
And so here I am, stuck in the cycle of being depressed at my lack of solutions to get out of my depression. The other day, I turned to my favourite doctor of all, retail therapy.
depressed and well dressed 