I really wish I wasn't that person, the person that when she is hurting and in need of a friend, hides herself away from everyone, making excuses because I don't want to inflict myself on anyone else.
It's such a scary time when you can identify the sliding happening.
It starts off so slowly, a bad day where more than a few things that would frustrate you happen all at once.
A friend you really want to talk too is too busy and kinda brushes you off.
All these things seem to take on mammoth proportions and even though you are fully aware of the irrational nature of your mood, can't help yourself.
So I find myself, this morning, crying quietly to myself, over nothing in particular but realizing that the depression that I have struggled with most my life...
...has returned.
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