I think I suffer from a mild form of depression.
I get up, I go to work, I come home from work, I sit at my computer, I maybe watch some TV, and I go to bed. Day in and day out, it’s the same old thing. Over and over again. Never-ending.
Once in a great while I’ll go out with friends or do something fun like take a trip, go camping, or something like that– but other times I’m more content to just stay at home, lock the door, and let life pass me by.
This weekend I got home from work on Friday night and didn’t leave my apartment once — except for a 2-minute walk downstairs to check my mail from Saturday (nothing). It was a gorgeous, sunny, cool, low-humidity weekend, and all I could do was sit and vegetate.
I know everyone has low points. And I know some have more than others. But this is getting ridiculous. I wanted to get up… I wanted to ride my bike, go to the beach, do something– anything to get out of the house, but no sooner did the thought cross my mind that another part of my brain squashed it. And so there I sat.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I’m really starting to get concerned.