The "D" word
Depression is a crushing thing, it folds you up into a tenth of what you were and chews and bites and gnaws until you start to just fall apart. I haven't fallen apart, but stuck in this thing that I can't get out of.
The great job that I so desperately wanted went to someone else. I would have been perfect for it, but alas they didn't deem me good enough.
The truth of the matter is that I've had enough of Washington and it's depressing 50 days straight of rain and gloom. I want out, but I can't get out.
Comments
Sorry you didn't get the job. I suggest finding a nice doctor who likes to write prescriptions for anti-depressants.
Posted by: Bekah | February 9, 2006 07:57 AM
i think you need to get out ... you can do it ... just have to be a bit selfish i guess.
Posted by: j | February 9, 2006 11:56 AM