Doomsday in December?

I’m run down and sick, so I’m posting something positive every day this week until I lift my spirits.There is a reason I’m depressed. It’s more than havingmajor and persistent depression disorder. I’ve had a surprisingly cruddy year. I have to admit that I’m frustrated because my coping strategies are failing me. This is the sort of year that could only happen to a protagonist in a dark comedy. I’ve already written before how I was severely sick for seven monthsbefore the pandemic began. This feels like slow death sometimes. I’m so isolated from others, I’m forgetting how to be human.Here’s my calendar since May. I think it’s a bit much:May: I began running to lose weight and get in shape, but tore my right meniscus in my knee. I know its a torn meniscus, but insurance demands I do physical therapy first. Thus ends my newfound hobby, as well as my summer of longboarding before it began.June: Babying my torn meniscus, I bent over to get something out of the fridge and ripped my quadratic lomborum on my right side. How did such a thing happen? When did I become so frangible? I have to cancel my knee PT.July: My back is improving, but still sore. No exercise can be done, though I manage to walk long miles. It’s very painful, especially on the knee, but I’m determined to lose weight and get in shape. Then I catch a summer virus and go down for three weeks.August: I feel like I’m getting back on to...
Source: The Splintered Mind by Douglas Cootey - Category: Psychiatry Tags: Depression Family Goodreads Writing Source Type: blogs