Dipping Into Depression
I couldn’t stop crying the other night.
Let me backtrack. Last week I was sick with a cold or something — something that wasn’t COVID and didn’t make me feel completely horrible, but just tired and achy and sore-throaty enough that I was dragging through the week. That led into a migraine over the weekend, a bad one that left me lying in bed most of the day Sunday, trying to sleep through the migraine’s sharp pain and fend off nausea.
Finally, on Monday, I was feeling better. By late-morning (and after a mid-morning nap), my migraine had subsided, and I was mostly just tired from a week of feeling under the weather and all the medication I’d taken to make me feel better.
I decided to take it slow on Monday and ease into the week gently. And then, I started to feel sad. Really sad.