The worst part of being in a depressive funk (for whatever reason) is that the better part of yourself KNOWS you shouldn't be depressed. That there is plenty to be happy about and grateful for, and that feelings are temporary little elves that can change, often quickly. The things that make me normally happy and laugh are not up to snuff. Hapi is outdoing himself with singing and phone noises this morning, trying to engage, even asking me "What's the matter?" -- I guess I am not as effusive with him, either. Will play the mind of mind game today, and try to push through this mental puddle. I didn't see this coming at all, and am truly surprised that I"m not pipping all over the house getting caught up on the easy things I planned to do when recuperating.
Will try music therapy today too. How can I feel in the dumps when Squeeze is playing "Cradle to the Grave" or "Happy Days"? Or Crowded House sings "Love This Life?" or Amanda Palmer sings "Ukelele Anthem"? Tried yesterday, and the insidious gloom counteracted the upbeat music. Will try again. I need something for my hands to work on to get me back on track. A project. Several are waiting to come out, and all I have to do is open the door and show up. Hope I can do it today.
What will you make today?