Day 13 -- 9/21/19
Depression is a venomous snake. The bite is inevitable.
21 September 2019
What a sucky work night. I had to work with one of the managers that I only get along with about half the time, and the day just pretty much sucked. I know that sounds pretty redundant, but when you are homeless and the only thing that you got in your life is work, and a mentally ill husband, who can be a real beast (hence the name "hubbeast) at times, you do what you need to do not go completely nuckin' futs.
Okay, I do have one thing. This blog is about one thing I have to try and perk up the melancholy that I am finding myself in these days, which isn't easy, as I feel like I have just about hit rock bottom. I don't think I'm there yet. I am somehow able to find something that makes me smile or chuckle just enough to feel about the sitch I'm in, however long it lasts.
Should I be worried about getting worse? I might have to. Life always has a funny way of doing that just when I already think it couldn't get worse than it already is. Maybe it's the depression talking, or maybe not. Who knows? All I know is that depression is a venomous snake. It will bite you. It is inevitable.