I have been dealing with some depression. Depression doesn’t care if you have goals or a schedule. It barges into your existence and demands your attention for a time.

Because of my PTSD, I don’t like to be away from home very much. But today, I traveled to a nearby town with my daughters. We visited Barnes and Nobles bookstore where I bought some books for my dad. Then, we ate at IHOP. Later, we watched fish in the aquarium at Scheel’s. It has been a very good day, and it felt comforting to spend time with the girls.

I feel pretty exhausted, but at the same time, I think I should get outside more often. And, it occurred to me, later when I got home, that I could have been nicer to someone who tried to get my attention while we were eating at IHOP. I don’t always realise I am rude at the time, but I felt bad afterwards. I was just feeling overstimulated so I didn’t want to make eye contact or talk a lot to anyone other than my daughters.

This weekend, I’m planning a walk and hope to play some really terrible tennis with the girls. Getting outdoors is something I am going to prioritise. The depression is receding, and I’m ready for it to be gone so I can focus on my goals and getting back into a productive routine.

Thanks for reading.