This week has ended with a good little correspondence between J and I. We used to chat on Whatsapp daily, but with her current schedule and an 8 hour time difference, it makes talking a little difficult. It happens. We still manage to catch up here and there.
This week has kinda sucked. Depression has been kicking my ass. I don’t know if it’s just a cyclical thing, or if I’m adapting to my meds. I’m thinking the latter, as I’m also not sleeping so well, and I’ve only been on that one a few months. I’ve had problems with adapting to meds before, so I’m not really that surprised.
I know in part of it, being alone is part of it. But I don’t have the energy to go out. I did chat up a girl at random at the market earlier this week, but that won’t go anywhere. Nothing bad, just she has a boyfriend, and I respect relationships.
I’ve also been noticing my age. I’ll be 37 this year, and I’m starting to see a few grey hairs show up. It’s making me really see my mortality. I’m also seeing dog’s mortality. She’s around 11 years old now. After she got sick earlier this year, I’ve been realising I don’t get a lot of time with her. She starts out sleeping on my bed, then leaves for the couch after I fall asleep. I always worry I’m gonna find her and she’s not gonna wake up. That makes me think about my time.
Sorry this is short, but I’m having hell keeping focused on this. My mind is gone for the night.