After almost ten hours in bed again last night and not at all wanting to get out of bed, a realization dawned on me this morning. I am depressed. Not a major depression that needs immediate medical assistance, or one that I need to tell most people in my life about, but depression all the same.
I have had depression on and off most of my life, so this isn’t something new. But the realization consciously at the time of it, is a bit new. And now I can do something about it and move forward.
My life drastically changed more than six months ago and I haven’t really dealt with the change and what I need to do to take good care of myself.
We all need to take good care of ourselves so that we can help others, but sometimes we don’t realize just how important it is.