Depression, day 3

Got to bed later than I planned.  Didn't sleep well.  I woke up around 4am with a splitting headache.  I took some medicine and managed to get back to sleep around 5.

I slept in until almost 9.  I woke up expecting to hear the dogs and wind howling outside, especially when I realized that I had slept in like that.  They weren't exactly gone, but I was able to focus and get through my day.

I can remember the feelings.  It was something like having a thick blanket draped over me while I tried to function.  Hard to breath.  Hard to see.  Hard to get up the energy to do anything.

I can remember the thoughts.  In Chris Thurman's terms, every 10 cent issue seemed like a 10 dollar issue.  Every 5 dollar issue seemed like a 500 dollar issue.  I knew they were 10 cent and 5 dollar issues, but they felt big and daunting--way out of proportion.

But I'm mostly feeling like myself again now.  Tomorrow could easily relapse, but I doubt it will.  That has to go down as the lightest depressive episode I can remember, praise God.

By the way, Chris's books are fantastic.