I don't want to sound like a pathetic whiner but I am almost giving up on ever sounding like I know what I am talking about. Sometimes dh doesn't even get what the hell I am trying to say. I have always wanted to be smart and I have always wanted people to think I am smart, witty, and hella funny. Sometimes they do but more often than not I am one big dud. Maybe it's all my imagination. Maybe I am just throwing myself a pity party. Either way I long to be expressive and coherent. I think I have the expressive part down but coherent is another story!
Another thing, the PMS depression is getting worse. I can feel it. It's starting earlier and lasting longer and I really think it is contributing to my almost giving up state. It may be time to ask for help. The idea of that scares the shit out of me. I hate the thought of it. Hell maybe I will just try Tom Cruise's idea of taking vitamins and exercising. I am going to exhaust all other options before I seek therapy. Sheesh, it's creeping me out just saying it.
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Hi - I saw your blog on the Outer Lightness aggregator. Toward the end of my stint at home I started to suffer from depression, then I started exercising like a fiend. I'm talking about 3 hours a day, which was probably a little excessive, but I did quit feeling depressed. I'd actually recommend it (with some moderation) as a good sort of therapy, as corny as it sounds.
Hi again - I feel like a goofball now because I just figure out that I already "know" you from the Foyer, NOM, etc. I'm not always so good with putting two and two together, which is scary, considering that I'm supposed to be an accountant.
Lol
I am seriously going to try the exercise.
Oh and I am so glad you visited my blog.
Don't worry about putting two and two together. I think being an accountant is enough work without trying to keep all of us at the DAMU straight!
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