Sad Girls Blog.

I figured my funk would be gone by now, but it has not ceased.  I was going to vlog this weekend, but alas, did not get that far in life.  Ended up taking Ichabod to the emergency vet, and they basically said he's fine and gave me all these instructions on feeding him, giving him an antibiotic, and a probiotic, some special food, and Pepcid for the puking issue.  He's been good since I brought him back, so hopefully it sticks.  Oh, and thank goodness for my dad for helping me and being there.  I have one of the greatest dad's in the world, and he even hugged me as I cried and emotionally pondered about life and shit.  It was nice to get it out.

Party is this weekend and I'm going to be completely honest, I'm not as excited as I should be.  Just thinking about my depressed state makes me want to start fucking crying.  I'm not a generally depressed person, but I know it's nothing to joke about, or to take lightly, especially when you can sense that you're messed up.  And especially when some of the things in your life that bring you the most joy, are not bringing you joy, and it's inexplicable.  You just don't know why.

I went out with my roomie and friend last night, and it was really nice after being cooped up in the apartment all day.  I did some chores, took care of the kitties, did some minimal decorating, and watched Walking Dead all day.  I've been re-watching for Geeks Who Drink Walking Dead themed trivia at the end of the month.  Needless to say, I was in such a funk last night, I didn't make the effort to go to the gym and watch the season six premier (I don't have cable at home, so that's how I get my fix).  So we just went to the karaoke bar around the corner.  Less effort.  I'll catch the new episodes eventually, not really worried about it.  I don't even care about spoilers.

I truly am sorry for the depressing blogs though, but I think it's something that should be addressed and it helps me get it off my chest.  You can say, oh, what do you have to be sad about, you're white privileged?  What I have to say to those types of people is, it's none of your damn business I guess, and get the fuck off my blog.  Millions of people suffer from depression and mental illness all across the globe, and most people don't talk about it so candidly, so I think it's fine that I do.  You are not alone.

As for me, I'm just hoping it is a phase, as I've never been clinically depressed and it doesn't run in my family.  Life becomes overwhelming in your head, and sometimes you just need to be a little sad so that when you are happy and good, you can appreciate it more.  Are you picking up what I'm laying down?  Good.

In any case, I managed to paint myself some zombie toes in the midst of this weekend, so that is your Halloween goodness from me!!

I will be vlogging this week, and likely talk about it more, so I'll leave it at this for now.  Oh, but also, probably will have a mini Halloween haul, and the one with my Wicca/Pagan books.

I know I keep saying that, but it IS coming!

Have a nice day, kittens. 'Ppreciate chya.