I’m sad today. Really, really sad. The sort of sad that makes me worry that I’m heading into a deep depression again.
I promised myself that this year, I would stay out of hospital. Is that even realistic? I just don’t know.
Maybe it’s a blip. I have a cold and I’m tired. Maybe once I feel physically better, my mind will feel better, too.
Right now, though, the sad is eating away at me from the inside. The only thing to do is sleep, and yet I can’t because I have my children to look after.
I don’t want to tell anyone, for fear of being thought an attention seeker. But my head isn’t right and I hate this feeling that I’m losing control.
Lucy's Depression Diary 