I sort of knew I was more depressed recently, but only now has it occurred to me that my activities of the past two days, which have largely involved watching reality TV from my couch, might be a sign of that. Not the TV watching part, but the fact that I'm ignoring actual TV to watch Animal Cops and Hoarders and Pitbulls and Parolees.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
That is definitely true for me. Not necessarily reality, but things that take no focus.
omnis! Good to see your font! Glad you got out of the house and saw a friend. Sorry about the dropping energy levels.
Hi omnis!
Hi omnis! Sending you much love. Good to see your pixels.
Dana, glad you've recognized what's going on. Are you currently seeing a therapist and/or on meds?
Yay for the Beautiful Thing love. "Right! If you don't peel no taters you don't get no tea!"
Yeah, I'm on meds. I don't want to try and adjust them right now, because I feel like I can tell that the depression has an external cause, if that makes any sense. And if the cause is removed, I think I'd be okay.
Anyway, I'll get through the MRI and see what the result of that is.
Good luck with the MRI, Dana. And resolving the external source of depression.
And sometimes you just need some downtime to cope via bad TV.
(I've never seen Animal Cops, and so all I can picture is a live-action Zootopia.)
Sadly not live-action Zootopia. The show's probably not for everyone, since it shows animals in various kinds of distress, but they're almost always rescued and healed, and sometimes people are put in jail, so it's kind of cathartic.
I once watched Pit Bulls and Parolees all night because it made me feel better about where I was...