Her Prophet Is Depressed

[nebris]

~Not Capital D depressed. Not 'crash and burn' depressed. Not paralyzed weeping on my bed depressed. Not suicidal depressed. Just a low boil depressed that dogs me.

I function more or less. I go shopping. I cook. I eat. I clean up. I brush my teeth and wash my ass. I smile and chat pleasantly when I'm 'out in the world'. And so on.

But it takes far more energy to do those things than it really should. And often doing so leaves me exhausted. Worst of all, it is very very hard to write.

I take my meds and supplements and get plenty of sleep. Not much more I can do.

If I was just some guy, well, that would all be fine.

But I am supposed to be Her Mother Fuckin' Prophet and the above makes that seem an impossible task...which of course reenforces my depression...