Now that I have plenty of time to write in my journal, I have nothing to write about.
I wish I had a more detailed record of Dave's severe depression, but while it was going on I felt consistently burdened, alone, and sometimes irritated. I didn't have as much down time, and I wanted to really rest when I did. When David was feeling up, I wanted to make the most of that time, too.
But now David is feeling so much better, feels hopeful and has motivation. Everything is going smoothly around our apartment, and as of today I literally have nothing on my to-do list (classes are a month and a half away and I've already bought all but one of my textbooks).
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