Another Day

Well I managed to make it up before 12 which I suppose was something. Now just to find a way to motivate myself enough to get on with the 100's of jobs that need doing around the house. I try to take it one step at a time, finishing one job before I start another but there's always that one damn job that seems to take a lot longer than it was ever supposed to and it just bums me out. Now if only we had money to hire a maid, though if we had money for a maid I would probably be trying to talk with a shrink rather than myself!

Oh well I shall plod on.

Thoughts in writing.

I have for many years thought of writing my feelings down. They say its therapeutic, I don't really get it but anything is worth a shot, right? Perhaps in a few months I will look back and be pleased I did start this blog. If anything it will be a place to vent my frustration ,mainly towards myself, though I can't promise I won't bitch about others at times!

The dreaded D word is everywhere now yet the stigma remains. The term depression is thrown around so much these days that I see people roll their eyes when its talked about yet the true sufferers have to endure the end of the spectrum with people just completely avoiding you. I suppose me completely refusing to acknowledge the fact I have depression to anyone other than my husband has allowed me to seem 'normal'. Seriously. So because someone has depression they aren't normal? So say somebody has the asthma they should some how be considered not normal? Of course not! Why the hell should it be any different for someone who suffers from a mental illness? It is often just as, if not more so, debilitating than a Physical illness.

I suppose everybody has to deal with others discrimination, just some days its harder to bite your tongue! How do you deal with other peoples comments or ignorance to something they obvsiously know nothing about?