Years ago when I was severely depressed (well, it was after my daughter passed away) I knew I had to pull myself up by my boot straps. But it was hard. The only way I can describe depression is that it feels like the living dead. What I mean by that is that you feel dead, yet you're still alive. Let's see if I can explain this: one thing I love to do is go outside in the summer time and feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. To me, that feels nice. I am a part of my environment. I hear the birds, I smell the grass so it feels good to be alive. However, when one is depressed, you are detached from your environment. I could be outside yet I felt so detached from the sun, the birds. It's as if you are living in a bubble and can't reach out to the things that you want to be a part of. That's why I call it the living dead. You're alive but can't feel a part of living. Dead. So, I don't ever want to get in that 'black hole' ever again. Some days though, I just don't feel like doing the chores I need to do, especially loading the dishwasher. And that scares me because I don't ever want to get to the point where "I can't" load it. So what i try to do every day is do one thing I feel good about. If I accomplish one chore or clean a room, then I feel good I got something done. I know, it's not much, but some days I can get a lot done thinking this way. And yet, I don't feel guilty when I 'can't' get something done. It's okay.
I say this because my kitchen needs cleaning. I sorta cleaned it, but it needs one of those deep cleanings. I haven't done it yet. But, I've been thinking about it!
In the meantime, I did get this done:
|On the right is what was on the stool|
|The material I replaced on the stool|
Donald and I also went to Petsmart for cat food and then to the grocery store to get a few items. I can't believe how much food cost. Donald had not been shopping with me in a long time and he just couldn't believe it either. I think he has sticker shock. Haha.
On Aug 6th, A&W was having a free float day. Someone said it was National Soda Float Day. But the flyer I saw on Facebook said A&W were giving free floats and asked for a donation to the Wounded Warrior Project. When I asked about it at the restaurant, they didn't know what I was talking about. Also, we had a choice to get a medium or large soda. Crazy. Again, the flyer said A&W would give small free floats. Okay. How can I argue with that?
I appreciate the days when we get out and enjoy ourselves.