This “thing” has been hanging on to me for sometime now and I have finally decided that I am simply depressed, rather than there being a physical reason for the way I am feeling.

This has been going on since about mid-July. It is by far not the worst depression I have ever had; the one where ever single second is a living Hell. But my routine has been to get out of bed, get on the couch and watch the “Golden Girls”, then “Let’s Make A Deal”, then “The Price is Right”. I usually watch the noon news and then two hours of “Sex in the City”.

That’s how I’ve been rolling lately.

I feel so uninspired, so uncreative. It is difficult for me to come up with blog posts.

I try to read books but I am unable to concentrate on anything.

I am unhappy that I have still not lost the weight caused by the antidepressant I was taking.

On the other hand, I’m not exactly doing anything to help myself. I cancelled my doctor’s appointment and my appointment with my therapist, feeling like I just couldn’t get out of bed to help myself. And I have not done any physical activity, which could help a myriad of my conditions.

I ask myself, “Is this the best there is for me?”

I decided that I am going to get a second opinion from the Cleveland Clinic. Am I on the right meds, should I be taking more of the same meds?

In the meantime, this is me, still looking for answers.