Depression in a recession.

I have a confession. I've been more than just a bit depressed lately. And not in a "listen to sad music and cry" kind of way. I mean "full on, balls to the wall, face down in the bathtub surrounded by Girl Scout cookies and ice cream" kind of way. Or the "my friends staged an intervention to get me to wear something other than sweatpants" kind of way. Let's just say it hasn't been pretty. But, after doing a lot of thinking, (and drinking) I've realized that the best thing to do would be to let my feelings out. And thankfully my blog here was looking all malnourished and sad. It's like a match made in heaven.

Those of you who follow me on Twitter and actually read my tweets are probably aware of the source of my sorrows. For the benefit of those who don't follow me (who totally should or they are dead to me), I'll summarize quickly: Met boy. Fell in love. Boy moved in. Boy moved out. Boy dumped me. Met calories. Fell in love. Calories stayed. That pretty much sums it up. And since then, I've been wallowing in self-pity, anger, sorrow, and all those other emotions I usually drown with Bud Lite. Unfortunately, my beer budget is currently zero, I had to try and find a new way to get my happy back.

It hasn't been easy so far. Little things, like a song on the radio we used to like or making dinner for just myself, make me feel a bit down still. And certain things I outright just can't do because they trigger a thought. But, it lessens a bit more everyday. I've been tweeting like a man possessed, I've started doing things I enjoyed again, and I've stopped focusing on the bad so much. Eventually I'll be able to fully let go and get back to the high points. And soar on to live my life...

But first, I think it's time me and Calories had a chat...