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Most people when they think of depression only see the bad.  Since I'm suffering from depression and am not in the position to cave completely into it, I might as well have fun with it. 
For example, I may or may not have shot my son in the a## with a toy arrow this morning to wake him up.  He was not amused.  I, however, was.  If I have to get up, so does he.  So here are my top 10 fun things about being depressed.

1.)  The loss of sleep allows for more reading time.

2.)  The dark circles under my eyes probably make me very attractive to raccoons.  So at least somebody finds me pretty!

3.)  Naptime!!!!!!!!

4.)  You become the neighborhood Boo Radley.  Instant celebrity.

5.)  You have more snarky comments than you know what to do with.

6.)  Since my skin is not seeing the light of day, I could star as an orb in the next horror flick.

7.)  Pretend you have multiple personalities.  Freak out your friends.

8.)  Too lazy to close blinds.  Give the construction workers a show when I change clothes.

9.)  You become quite skilled at telling someone off--especially when they've had it coming for quite sometime.

10.)  You get to wear comfy clothes because you no longer care what you look like.


So now, pretty much every day is like this:  http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/05/sneaky-hate-spiral.html 



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  1. the sign i'm stressed and on the verge of depression is blogging - that's when I crank them out usually : )

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  2. I was told at the VA yesterday I was not in danger of harming myself or others. I am stressed. Ya think, Doc? I can't drive our truck, my van, needs to go in the shop, I have to have someone take me everywhere & have to make sure I don't waste their time (my husband's); I have been trying to get retirement orders corrected, my house refinanced, & finish a quilt I started nine yeard ago. I feel you girl. People don't get it. They never will.

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