The not-so-great depression

As someone who has been through depression before, I'd like to review
the signs and the steps I take to combat it when it arises.

Signs of Meegs in depression:
- sleepy all the time
- room is messier than usual
- fixing my hair is WAY to much work
- consistently late for work every day for over a week
- unexplained pain all over my body
- panic attack - poor Millie unfortunately witnessed one at 6am on
Sunday. It wasn't pretty.
- nobody besides friggin Coulter has commented on my blog in months!

Ways to fight it.
- hang with family/friends
- eat healthier
- exercise more
- play with a puppy
- get drugs

I have no family here, so today at my desk when I thought I was going to
have a total meltdown I went for a walk around the office, and hung out
with my pretend family, the IT guys. I can always count on them to talk
nerdy, tease me, argue with each other, and sympathize with my problems
that they really don't get. Just like family.

Then I had lunch with Fabulous Aaron (soaking in money in the pic
below), because I just helped him get a job in my building. I'm so
manipulative you know. I only helped him get the job so I would have a
regular lunch date. And it worked. We had a secret rendezvous in the
"secret cafeteria" because due to flex hours I wasn't supposed to take a
lunch. But I said, "Screw it! I need some fabulous lunch time!"

And I had a salad.

..and a brownie. But I don't think the brownie should count as junk
food because it didn't taste very good.

I don't know about the exercise thing. I like to. I want to. If you
only knew what my schedule looks like lately, that frown on your face
would be made of pity and sympathy instead of disappointment.

I think I'll take Lois for a walk tonight. If the bitch will let me.

I'm just really stressed about all the things I'm juggling right now.
I've got too much going on, but the only aspect of my life that I can
bear to part with is the one thing that provides me with the basic
necesseties of life. I like money! But my brain hurts. I'm tired. I
want to roll in a little ball and moan. Forever.
Ooooooooooooouuuuuummmmmm uuuuuuuuuuuummmmmm eeeeeeeooooooouuuuugg.
Don't disturb me I'm fetal moaning.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmoooooooooaaaaannn

Ok I give up. Bring on the drugs.
- Megan