I've been lumbering about, dutifully accomplishing things that should staunch the onflow of depression. I found a meet-up group that gets together walking distance from my work. I've been drawing and oil pasteling and crafting like crazy. I've gotten in touch with an advisor to get my spirituality back on track.
Yet these unexplained attacks just keep attacking. Along with the dull hazy stupid feeling and the additional weight. I cannot shake the guilt I feel when thinking of my next appointment. "You're doing something wrong!!!", I picture him shouting. And I yill have nothing to say.
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