It didn’t occur to me until after midnight last night that I’d forgotten to blog here. I thought about backdating just for the same of keeping up my record, but better a broken record than a broken record *rimshot!*. But really, I’ve not had much to say, and while I don’t feel so bad about that on my private blog, I feel worse about it here. I don’t really know who all reads here (say hi sometime, folks!), but I’m sure it gets old to hear that lo, I’m still depressed and trying to keep above water.
Still, this blog is more for me than for anyone else. If there are other people reading and maybe learning something, great. But using it as a tool to make myself think about where I am every day mood-wise is somewhat invaluable. So doing it every day is good, but since I tend to fixate on the doing of that takes something away. Missing a day in the scheme of things is probably better than not in that regard.
So sure, while last night was a bit more of the same, today is very slightly different. I’d forgotten that I’d intended to stay home, and started to get dressed to go to work. That’s encouraging; even if I did end up staying home blind-sided by a near-migraine, I was subconsciously feeling together enough to be okay to ‘risk’ going to work. I don’t know if that makes me okay for something extra like swimming this week (especially knowing that I’ve got two other non-normal things on the books), but I can be totally hopeful that it is a move in the right direction. Yanno, and that it isn’t just the better compared to last week and its component hormones, ha ha.