You know how when you’re really stressed out and angry you can only focus on that and not write about anything else? That’s where I’m at today.
Cole was not happy all day. Crying and whining the moment he was set down. He had to be held. And he still does. Nick is holding him while he and Genny watch Kung Fu Panda.
Some days I feel like I can handle everything. Today, I feel like I can handle nothing.
At one point, trying to put Cole down for a nap, I sang, “I want to kill myself, kill myself, kill myself!” It was a rousing chorus.
My depression makes me feel physically heavy, unwieldy.
Tired. I want to pull the covers over my head. I want to call out for my mother to come and help me. And I do call out to her sometimes, but she doesn’t answer. Then I feel sorry for myself.
But the baby still cries. And I still get down on myself for not getting more work done. It’s a bottomless swirl where each depressing thought feeds the next.
I hope tomorrow I can lift my head up above and breathe.