When Nothing Else Could Have Gone Wrong
I spent the whole week last week nursing my depression trying to clear my mind. I switched my mobile phone off most of the time and tried to run in the afternoon the whole week. Managed to do the latter for a total of three hours on Thursday alone -- yippee. Nothing changed on the scale, though. Maybe because I only ran during the first 10 minutes and just had a breezy walk for the other 170. Though funny thing about switching off your phone, now, suddenly , the whole world is looking for you. Sometimes I am all optimistic and realize that there's nothing that I cannot do to turn things around, while another minute I just want to sit in one corner feeling like a total loser, at least until some sense of humour kicks in. I'm not blaming circumstances nor regretting my decision. I just think I have not done enough.