..still having when I thought it had lifted a lot when I had gotten on a low-carb way of eating. There are lots of changes, good ones for sure, but I still have times I am so down I fear I won't get back up again. Like now. Seems my mornings are usually so good, get things done, do errands, laundry, talk to people online, then 3 ish in the afternoon hits. Sometimes I'll get out and take a walk, and with Mimmie the dog, I do get out 5 times a day, but when her and I head back for our door I think she feel as down as I do. We don't want to go back in but we have to do dinner, and then the rest of the evening is the same. Watch some Roku TV, or some of my DVD series like Murder She Wrote, or Goldengirls. Sometime lately I get interested in something on my "dream-site" CRVL, and the time passes so fast and it's bedtime and a book. Next day same thing.
I'm just rambling away here, but I don't know what to do with myself. I don't really have any productive hobbies like knitting, or sewing, and besides that, I can't stick with one thing. I get these big ideas like I'll write a book, never happens, or I'll take up sewing my own clothes, never happens. The only thing I seem good at is surviving. I did really good learning about Type 2 Diabetes and beating it so far without medicine. No meds is mainly because any script I've been given, including anti-depressants at times past, made me have worse headaches, worse tremors or some other side-effect.
I guess why I posted this was to ask what might be a stupid question. But I wonder if any other women out there were like me in any of these ways, and felt a lot better once they got out of living in an apt. or home in one place with lots of "stuff" that really meant nothing to them. It hasn't brought me happiness, and I am always searching for it. Maybe just contentment, happiness is fleeting and for me, depends a lot on things happening in my life. Nothing's happening in my life anymore, and I'm not looking forward to anything.
I'm sorry if this is maybe inappropriate, but I really have no one to really talk to except myself. I have to take a lot of responsibility for that too, don't blame anyone else, I truly don't. I'm too smart to think it's all about other people in my life.
I'm mesmerized by women getting "out there" all kinds of women from all kinds of backgrounds, and I so want to be one of them. I guess I think it would truly be a better life, but I could be wrong too, and there lies the fear of yet another failure. Denise
PS Now I'm trying to decide if I should hit the "post thread". What have I got to lose, my pride, nah, that would be a good thing. Reminds me of how I didn't have a problem with wearing a mask because I feel like I've worn one most of my life