my life with depression.com

this thanksgiving was different. i don’t usually go down but since situations are different, i am down here. i had fun. talking and joking with my cousins, aunts/uncles and mom/dad. i’m stuffed and i went back twice. mom outdid herself again. i especially enjoyed the sweet yams this year.

feelings. it was lonely. i had people around, but i was lonely. i’m not used to not having my special person with me at family functions. at one point, it was nice, but i’m used to not being physically alone.

i guess when they say that the holidays can be hard, they were telling the truth. guess it sucks when you’ve left your heart in paris. i’m probably also mourning the change in my life still. i guess once i set up a new schedule for things like holidays, things will be okay. this is i guess a good experience. a growing experience. i’m supposed to enjoy my time alone ’cause when the kids and family come, there will be no such thing as free time alone.

i don’t feel like seeing my friends any more. in fact, i don’t feel like doing anything. maybe i can jump on mom’s tread mill in the garage tomorrow. i told my dad that i would take him to watch borat. he enjoyed the clips that i showed him on the official website.

me and the kids:

my dad:

my mom: