Alison Sommer '05: Depression sucks but still there are things to be said.

I'm going through a bout of depression, so I'm not going to be posting much these days I'm just going to draw your attention to a few things (clicking the links brings much enlightenment):

• Allie of Hyperbole and a Half is back!!! Go. Read. She describes how I "feel" right now so well and is amazing and I've got tears running all down my face right now because of how amazing she is.

• I'm mother fracking failing at this gorram swearing challenge (I totally count sci-fi swears as swears). What is today, h? Hell of a letter, that one.

• Right after posting about Dead Raccoons, my dog came in from the yard smelling horrible. I bathed him, assumed he rolled in some poop and moved on. The next day it happened again, and I was pretty sure there was no poop. So I investigated. Turns out he had rolled in a nest of dead baby squirrels. UGH. So I bathed him again and went about scooping up rotten maggoty squirrel babies while my kids squealed in delight at how cute they were and how cool the "little worms" were. Then I took a bath in bleach.

• If that doesn't make you believe in Jinxes, I don't know what will.

• My leg itches like a motherfucker, and unfortunately while a bit drunk this weekend I may have scratched off a scab on my tattoo. Argh. I suck. Touchups here I come.

• The Thought Monkey has been a giant douchey asshole lately and so last night I finally got out the big guns and took my magical friend ambien. I still feel a little woosey, but at least I slept. even if all my dreams seemed to be about the cats peeing on things.

• This weekend I'm auditioning for a TEDx talk based on my post Panic at the Disco... of My Mind. Unsurprisingly this is making me panic, and I spent last night doing a Star Wars puzzle when maybe I should have been preparing.

• Today my state government is voting on the issue of gay marriage. I'm kind of freaking out, since LGBTQ rights are so important to me.

That's all I got. My brain is drowning in depression and anxiety right now. It really feels like it is drowning. There are manic moments which feel like being really happy. Then there's numbness, dispair, and panic. I'm going to fight this and I will get out from under it, but please forgive me if I'm not on top of things for a little bit.

Finally something to make you smile:

Dani (3 year old): I could hear Kaylee (5 year old) saying "no, no," all night
Ethan (husband): She wasn't, it must have been a dream.
Dani: I CAN HEAR KAYLEE'S DREAMS???