I have never blogged before but this PM I was in a Doctor's waiting room and I found article about nkm2.  Decided to check it out. I've been diagnosed with depression since 1990 when I thought my issues were forced infertility, an alcoholic boyfriend and stressful job.  Boy! was I off. It was me.  ME, all of the smiling I did hid the sadness.  Started on medicine before therapy. Eventually worked through grief of childhood, missing out because I had so many broken bones due to a fragile condition of my bones and trying too hard. I was working on my Masters degree in Counseling at the time, too.  Now I've been a mental health counselor for children for over 20 years.  This year I fell and broke my femur and both arms.  I'm still unable to drive but can walk a little.  I'm working from home doing administrative stuff.  I'm so tired all the time and getting to know my new friend, ANXIETY.  I get so worked up, tense and scared of the future.  Like will I ever be able to work 40 hours in an office again!  I'm an extravert and have loved being with people, but lately I just want to stay home.  I have a great husband with an even temperment but feel like I have little to give him.  Every day a new complaint.  Not sure if I need  a med adjustment, a therapist, a friend, haircut, or just more sleep.  I have always managed to journal my feelings.  Since breaking my arm handwriting is not as easy.  Typing is ok.  Too weak to do yoga.  Reading uplifting books and watching Everybody Loves Raymond gets me through.  I find it very interesting how others describe their feelings.  I'm just tired.  I'm very tired. 

so where's the spell check?

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