Checking in. I was so hopeful that my depression had lifted, I had a few good days. But I've been cast back into the Pits of Despair once again. My life sucks. I used to be happy, and no matter what good things happen to me, no matter how many friends I have, I can't be happy anymore. At the moment I've been crying for about 2 hours and resisting the urge to go down a bottle of wine and get some drugs. And I don't even want the drugs! I want the escape.
Something is wrong with me. I have so much to look forward to, so much I should be happy about, and none of it matters to me.