I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself this morning. I'm exhausted, DS woke me up this morning at 6am with my most precious cuddles and kisses and it was so lovely. And I got up and got dressed but couldn't find the energy to shower or put my makeup on and I dropped him at preschool and came straight home and got into bed. I'm meant to be working but don't have anything in my diary for for day and now I feel guilty for perpetuating the lazy working-from-home stereotype who doesn't do anything (for what it's worth, just had my end of year review last week and I'm exceeding all my objectives so by no means am I actually being lazy or under performing).
But it's like depression has been creeping back up on me and this past week it has just smacked me in the face. I spent Saturday night with my best friend and she has made me promise to call the doctors today to do a medication review (I'm on 10mf fluoxetine, have been for nearly 2 years now). I'm going to ring them in a bit but I just wanted to post here to get it off my chest I suppose that I'm not doing OK.
And to maybe ask for some reassurance that I'm not being lazy by spending the next four hours under my duvet?