I wrote this on FB earlier today:
Acknowledgment and accountability moment: I have reached the point where I must admit I’m in depression. I recognize that it is situational. As we approach four months in shelter-in-place, I miss the presence of colleagues in the office. I have not been able to keep up my walking program between my now-healed injury and the heat wave, although I hope to do a little today. And please don’t get me started on all of the police brutality incidents.
I am having a hard time focusing on things, and it takes longer to accomplish things. I haven’t written a word in a couple of weeks that isn’t a planned blog post.
Thank you for reading; I sometimes find that if I tell my story, it helps others better understand when I am not quite up to snuff.
I am trying to find happiness where I can, taking courses and what not.
Oh, and yeah … those really are my fingernails. I have three gal-pals who sell Color Street nail strips, and I sometimes think that my weekly polish change is my last stab at sanity these days.