Sometimes it's hard for me to tell if I am sliding into depression or if my days are just exhausting and depressing.
I am generally light responsive, and it is a sunny breezy day, which would normally have me energized and wanting to work outside.
outside, where the poison ivy has taken over my garden and I can't weed. Where almost every morning this month I have been greeted by one or more dead/missing chickens and/or one or more dead raccoons.
where I need to completely start from scratch and build a Fort Knox chicken coop.
outside where the goats keep escaping from holes I can't find in the fence. Where the blackberries are almost done and I haven't picked any yet this year.
one of my favorite goats died. I had to go to a bridal shower for my future daughter in law (the only thing I like about that is my future dil.) I had to drive into town and shop for her gift because I delayed ordering it too long. My in laws are coming to stay on Friday.
it has been storming every night and waking me over and over. I can't seem to catch up with the kitchen or the laundry. My body feels heavy and thick and tired. I'm gaining weight again.
I signed up for a class which I really wanted to take and enjoy when I'm there, but I'm not getting my work done. I had a piece blow up in the kiln last night which I needed to use tomorrow in class, and am now pretty much guaranteed that I will get little or no finished work out of the class - making it a bad economic choice. I have still learned things.
so all of that is discouraging and tiring. But along with it is the voice in my head which is starting to speak up again.tellling me to give up on the chickens, assuring me I will lose them all, that I will never get my weight back down (though I have over and over), that I am lazy and a terrible housekeeper, that I make my dh life harder by not being a better hostess to my inlaws, that I was foolish to think I had time to take this class that generally I suck and anybody else would handle all this better.
and when I look out at the sun dancing on the leaves, I think "i just can't." And the tears are right there.
and I think that is the depression talking.