I’ve been basically worthless this week. I’m fortunate that nothing really required my attention, but that also made the prospect of being a potato far too easy. Not exactly sure what got me this time, other than the normal combination of things that I sometimes can’t process in a way that isn’t self-destructive.
- One friend’s father died just the other day
- Another friend’s mom has cancer that’s no longer responding to treatment
- Another friend… she was just given a 50/50 chance of making it another year
- And then a buddy of mine from school has leukemia and isn’t doing great.
People dying, friends struggling, so many folks I know that are deeply unhappy… and I wasn’t able to avoid absorbing too much of the feelings that go along with the knowledge of all of these things, combined with everything I already carry. A couple friends wanted to do something on the weekend, but despite kinda wanting to get out and do something as well – depression won, and I stayed in.