I’ll tell you what, each one of us who fights Depression and gets through their days deserves a fucking gold medal. This is a hell of an illness! It literally makes you want to stop living, and you have to fight back and live! What the hell kind of illness is that? At least with other illnesses, you can count on the will to live!! I’m not actively wanting to die, but I am feeling very Eeyore-ish, very slowed down and lifeless. I have a phone interview at 11am and I’m having a hard time working up the energy to do anything to prepare. I know if I don’t, or if I skip the interview, deep despair is sure to follow. I have to try. But my God, sometimes it’s hard to try!!! So I am writing this quick post, then I am giving myself and all of you a gold medal for getting through another day of depression, then I will try to study my Security notes and research this boring-as-fuck scientific company. Sorry for my enthusiasm, this is not my day. Hope you are doing much better than me. Peach to the out!