I think the crazy depression bug is creeping up on me again today. This time it's a little different. This happens to me every so often. Every once in a while the symptoms of depression seem to be less emotional/mental, and more physical.
For the past week, I've been so doggone tired. If you read my previous tag, you would know that today I slept in until 9, this morning. Yesterday, I did the same thing. Two days in a row without running or exercising. That fact alone makes me feel guilty and depressed. It seems that if I don't get up at 5am to run, then I don't want to get out of bed AT ALL.
Also, I'm so unmotivated to do ANYTHING. I don't want to clean, or do yard work (my neighbors will attest to this based on the huge weeds growing in my yard), or shower or get ready.
I'm tired, dizzy, have headaches. I'm just totally spaced out. When I'm out driving, I keep missing my turns, or forget where I'm going. It's like I'm just walking under a cloud.
No, I'm pretty sure I'm not getting sick. This has happened before. I'm just...BLAH...for lack of a better word. I'm not sad or anxious or angry, like I usually get when the crazy lady tries to appear. Today, I'm just..well..just there.
Sometimes I wish I could go back and just be a carefee kid again. I watch my children and their simple views on life...when everything is measured by the distance between your hands, when a snow cone or a popcycle is the highlight of my day, when I could entertain myself for hours just playing outside in the dirt, finding worms, or digging a hold to China, or just sit back and be without any responsiblities or consequences.
Throwback Thursday is dedicated to my former "kid" self:
In 1980...My brother, Josh, me, and sister Kathryn (back then we called her Lissie--Kat I hope you don't mind me saying that...that's how it was labeled on the back by Mom) I was 2.
This was on my 3rd Birthday. 1981. I loved everything pink, and frilly. I remember this Tu-tu. It's weird that this is a picture of me on my 3rd birthday and my baby just turned 3. She seems a lot littler than I do in this picture.
Both of these pictures are from 1984. I was six. Same age as Kennedie. This is me on the front porch with my little sister Kristen, who was 2 at the time. Do you love my snow suit? You can't see them, but I also had some killer moon boots.
I LOVED this princess dress. My Mom made it for me for Halloween that year. I loved playing dress up. Way more than both of my girls put together. My mom tells me I used to change my clothes 10 times a day. I still have this dress. My girls play dress up in it now! Thanks, Mom, for keeping it!