It’s going to be a chaotic week. On Tuesday Gavin sees his psychiatrist for a follow-up with his Clozapine. Wednesday is calling hours for my grandmother, and Thursday is her funeral.
I’m not looking forward to most of this, but it’s incredibly important that I not allow it to pull me under.
Today is the first day in about a week that I should be able to go walking. I need to make that a priority, not only because I refuse to let a month go by where I don’t reach my goal, but also it’s something that helps me cope with stress. I definitely need all the help I can get in that area.
Depression is no joke, and this is the kind of thing that has historically knocked me down, allowing for my depression to take over.
There are too many people counting on me, and I need to make sure that I’m there for them in the best capacity I can be. I still have work that needs done and projects that need finished.
I’m feeling very depressed, but I’m not giving up.