Depression hits me again sometime this month. You know the feeling where you are inside this dark tunnel where you feel no one will hear you even if you scream your lungs out? Or not even a pinhole of light gets through? It's that tight. Well, that's how i felt. For no reason. Whatsoever. It's so sad it was bordering on being funny.
Well, what did I do? I just rode it out. Aside from my husband whose probably deaf by now everytime I whine, I've got no one to vent my frustrations, sadness, anger and angst. I just realized I have no friends at all. Now that's making me depressed again.
I know for sure that I am not a bad person. I guess I am not just the type to interconnect with another human being on a deep level. Or maybe the people I met are just not meant to be the kind of friends I wanted. Or vice versa.
Don't take pity on me. I have a friend in my hubby and if you count EJ, I'd say I have one and a half friends. It's more than enough to carry me through whatever tide's coming my way. Don'cha think?