Today’s score – 10%

There is absolutely no point in not being honest - I have nothing to say. I have no words of wisdom and I have no desire to write. This could all look different tomorrow because, when I’m in the grip of depression, it takes very little to tip me over in either direction. Just a couple of things going well could very likely see my writing filled with hopeful stars. And today, nope. 

Next week sees such a lot happening and my head is simply imploding. One minute I’m fine. The next minute I’m not.

For now, I’m going to go to bed. I have counselling early tomorrow which I most definitely do not have time for, and I absolutely must make time for. 

I wondered what to write this time and I wish I had something better, much more profound, cheerful, hopeful, interesting. And today, nope. I’m sorry I have nothing to give in good words. I wish I wasn't the me I am today, because I want to be the me I'd like to be, for you. And I’ve learned there needs to be no more pretending.

Tomorrow will be better.

Love from 

The room above the garage

A Moodscope member