Seasonal depression is just regular depression with a dimmer switch. Yesterday was a bright, warm, spring day and I spent all of it in bed feeling sad. When I woke up and got up and pulled myself kinda together I felt bad for wasting all of my day in bed… maybe I need SSRIs? I don’t know. I’m sort of exhausted with trying to figure myself out, to be honest.
I’m just sort of done with the whole thing…
Tune in next time for something less miserable, I hope.
Vicky Goes On (Again) 
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