When depression hits…
I just don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to be with anyone. I want to stay cramped down in the hole of myself.
Mine began because I was talking aloud in the house; I had thought I was alone. Later on I found out that my landlord had returned home from his vacation while I was ranting to myself. Voices carry & he may have heard me say things I wouldn’t have said in conversation.
The real problem was I was complaining aloud about my landlord. Now what? He hasn’t confronted me. I’m so uncomfortable. I can’t even begin to strategize my plans to get my goals met this week.
I have this awful gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach. Any advice?