It’s funny how I’m never depressed and anxious at the same time. I’m either very depressed, or I’m very anxious. Never both. I guess I should be happy about this. The reason I’m not is that I suspect that I’m both depressed and anxious at all times, and I’m only feeling the one that has flared up. I don’t know if I’m making sense.
I started taking a new medication that’s supposed to help with side effects of the medicine I’m taking for depression, and I think it’s helping. I’m going to knock on wood. I told my wife last night that I was just feeling a bit bummed out. I wasn’t complaining. I was happy about it. The anxiety has been so bad lately. Today has been an okay day, and yesterday was an okay day (especially for a Monday).
I’ve already spent too much money on Christmas gifts. Retail therapy is real, guys. Even if it’s not buying things for yourself. Maybe especially if you’re not buying things for yourself. I must digress, though, because I have slipped up a few times and purchased something for myself. I bought an 4K Blu-ray player, which was expensive, but also something I’ve wanted for a long time. I said I was just going to kill two birds with one stone and buy a PS5, but it’ll be literal years before the supply equals the demand for them. In the meantime, my PS4 is working just fine. I need a better TV, but I’m in no hurry. It’ll come when it’s supposed to.
I’m rambling, so that’s probably a good sign that I need to sign off. Y’all be good.