I know I can get through this without ADs, I have done before, so can again.
I tend to find it helpful to splurge out my ramblings here though, so I will.
It has been building up for a while - housework is the first to go, then as it gets more of a state I get lower and more lethargic so even less gets done. I'm now back at the stage of being surrounded by cr*p.
I'm tired (as always), but having nightmares again so put off bedtime until late.
I want us to start having veg from veg shop, meat from butchers, but am having trouble finding a veg shop - have thought of somewhere I can try but will have to wait til tomorrow.
DS is fighting nappies, but not ready for potty training, so I will be scrubbing urine out of my sofa cushion in a minute.
I want to attack my house, I know I will feel better when I do, but my head is screaming for me to run and hide from it - either at a friend's or in bed.
I hate feeling so useless and sorry for myself. I know logically that it is depression, it is just something that happens to some people, but the irrational part (depression addled part) of my brain says that other people live perfectly normal happy lives with tidy houses and I am just lazy and useless.
Urgh.