I just saw a photo of myself while out playing with my kids at a local corn maze. Ugh. I look not so good. I would say awful. I look tired. My hair looks old. My wrinkles are getting deeper. I hate to say it but I look depressed. I hate to say this even more, I feel depressed.
It is the beginning of the depression season for me. Dark days. Wet days. Achy body days. I don't feel like I was ever completely out of the depression this year though. Usually I feel much better during the late Spring, Summer and early Autumn but this year I feel like I never felt that great. Heck, I would take feeling good right about now.
So anyway, back to the awful picture. I know that I was look a little rough but I had no idea. I look in the mirror as little as I have to. I know I have gained weight but seeing it in the photo really hit me hard. There are also the things I cannot see in the mirror, the extreme headaches, the achy joints and the anger that I can actually feel oozing from every pore.
I know what I have to do. I have to lessen the stress, take care of business, get back to some sort of exercise and start eating better. Will I do this? I do have a tiny bit of hope. I bought a book about beating depression. I would love to beat depression. Beat it with a baseball bat.
