Feeling depressed. Husband is ill. I’m tired. Kids are lovely. But don’t relish putting them to bed (why do I work these things up into a big thing in my head when if I’m calm and in my right mind, then its fine and even enjoyable).
I made the mistake of listening to the news tonight about the Philpotts and their 6 children who they killed. I was crying floods in the car on the way home. Why do these things move me so much? I sometimes feel like when I hear these things it almost feels like its happened to me. Thankfully it hasn’t but I think its times like that (when my reactions are bad) that I start to worry about myself sliding into depression again.