Bad Brains

This is not a long post. This is hardly a post at all because it is hard to write anything, or do anyting, when one is depressed, very sad, unmotivated, unclear, or in a fog. I am not referring to regular sadness, but to the level of depression that interferes with the quality of one's life, as they say. The type that makes everything seem gray and drab. Right now everything is truly gray and drab, but even if it were sunny outside, it would be a sooty sun. It is hard to write about depression without kvetching - complaining - but then the point of this blog is to say the stuff we usually keep hidden. So on behalf of depressed women everywhere, I am going to lie down under a blanket. A gray, sooty blanket.