Sunday night blahs

If I tracked depression, it would rear its ugly head most on Sunday nights. Grief and self-pity merge with mental anguish to create a whirlwind of angst. I hate Sunday nights.

And it's not even for the reasons everyone else does. I don't even have to work on Mondays. That's typically the reason for Sunday night-itis in most folks. I just seem to brood on Sunday nights. Never let it show to anyone, but it's my lowest point.

Tonight is no exception. Health and wealth top the list tonight. I hate how I feel and I hate that I feel that way.

I'm so worried about my sweetie. His worries about the same things I'm worried about are manifesting themselves in his health. I would give anything to fix things for him. We are in such a horrific spiral. Just breaks my heart. We can't seem to find anything positive to hang our proverbial hats on. What a nightmare.