Christmas and Depression

I had a rough day on December 23rd, crying more than I have in a while. I slept hard in an afternoon nap and things seemed a little better in the evening. I so wanted to have some Christmas Spirit for the lunch at Papaw's on the 24th. That went ok.

Then on Christmas Day, my mood took another nose dive, even worse than two days previous. Our phones were messed up. No one in the area could call outside of the local calling area, so internet was out as was my ability to call my mother in California or my brother in Utah for the holiday. Chris kept saying that he didn't think they would be able to do anything about it until Monday. I told him I was hoping and praying for a Christmas miracle.

"Lo and behold" (sorry, couldn't resist) in the evening of Christmas Day...the area/regional cable that was the problem was fixed. When I heard the modem connection noise I shouted out "CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!" from the back room, where I was attempting to put Trinity down for a nap.

And now, with this budget crap that the government has foisted on us, getting my Effexor med back is going to be even harder. The future looks kind of bleak right now.

I know there are some who may be reading this who think "Oh, just get over yourself." This person / these people have obviously never dealt with a medical problem involving an imbalance of chemicals somewhere in the body. I can't magically do anything about this depression anymore than a diabetic can magically cure him or herself. Even my mother thinks "it's all in my head". Well, duh!