Nothing seems worth the effort the past few days. I took a few days off work thinking I was coming down with something. Seems I was, but it probably isn't virus related. I thought the Cymbalta was working really well. Not sure why I'm so melancholy. It's not hormone related that I know of. Although after watching Oprah today I think I will get my hormone levels checked. I'm now officially 'in my 40's'. Scary when I feel little more than 12 sometimes. I told my wonderful counsellor today that I couldn't afford her weekly sessions. She didn't say much, but set me up with a few alternative resources. Nothing I'll probably persue. I feel like nothing is ever going to work, or is even worth it. Self-pity? Maybe, but I think it's pretty realistic at the same time. Life. Fuck it.
