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Last week was pretty rough. I had a crippling hit of depression Thursday. It wasn't my usual slow, oh-I-know-whats-happening kind of descent into the black melancholy, it was a sudden nose-dive into the hell of expansive nothingness. It took me by surprise, and I didn't really have a chance to do the things I normally do to mitigate the effects of it.
So instead, I went home and cried. I curled into bed and just let myself be miserable for a little bit. Sometimes you just need that.
I've been slowly crawling out of the funk ever since. I'm feeling much better today, having spent last night screaming obscenities at Kratos as I floundered my way through God of War II in an unofficial live stream. It was so cathartic, even though I died a whole bunch and genuinely hurt my voice.
Honestly, it really did help. I'm in a much better mood today. Not great, but better.
Slowly but surely, that's how these things go.
I'm hoping to get in a few lunch-hour swims this week as well. I've discovered that a gym very close to work has lane swims at lunch hour and I think it'd be good for me to get out of the office and do some exercise halfway through the day.
Come September, the swims will change to early morning.
Maybe.
We'll see. I know I need the exercise to improve my mood, though. It usually does, and I'm training less than I used to do. Time to find other outlets. And who knows, maybe I'll perk right up after the swim, instead of being tired and cranky by the time 3pm hits.
Right, I have to get on with my Welsh lessons. Wish me luck!
Ciao!
So instead, I went home and cried. I curled into bed and just let myself be miserable for a little bit. Sometimes you just need that.
I've been slowly crawling out of the funk ever since. I'm feeling much better today, having spent last night screaming obscenities at Kratos as I floundered my way through God of War II in an unofficial live stream. It was so cathartic, even though I died a whole bunch and genuinely hurt my voice.
Honestly, it really did help. I'm in a much better mood today. Not great, but better.
Slowly but surely, that's how these things go.
I'm hoping to get in a few lunch-hour swims this week as well. I've discovered that a gym very close to work has lane swims at lunch hour and I think it'd be good for me to get out of the office and do some exercise halfway through the day.
Come September, the swims will change to early morning.
Maybe.
We'll see. I know I need the exercise to improve my mood, though. It usually does, and I'm training less than I used to do. Time to find other outlets. And who knows, maybe I'll perk right up after the swim, instead of being tired and cranky by the time 3pm hits.
Right, I have to get on with my Welsh lessons. Wish me luck!
Ciao!
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