I think its #6 anyway. Im not looking right now. Probably have 10 #6s up there right now. It shows how stupid I can be. This is what I wanted to talk about. The depression. I think I mentioned it in an earlier one, and if so don't bother reading this one. A reader told me on twitter that I have inspired her to blog. Well, Im glad it helped someone. I try. Sometimes I dont think I make any sense, or make any difference. I feel so alone sometimes. Like right now. My cortisol is high, I know that, but my hormones are crazy and I feel so down. Like I am alone in the world. Like the people online are so far removed, and my family doesnt understand or is avoiding me because of my illness. I just want to die when I get this feeling. And the only thing that gets me through the day is the knowledge that its hormonal. Its hard to remember with any kind of rational thought that all the feelings are wrong. That people do care about you. That your skin will stop crawling, that the cat that you see isn't really there, that the nightmares will one day stop. Its hard.
This is to anyone that finds my blogs helpful in any way: Make a comment if you can. A little feedback goes a long way. 21 days until I go to Dr. Ludlum's Cushie Camp. I just want the elephant off my chest and to feel human again.
