This is the first in an occasional series called, Can I Just Say?. I try to keep the regular posts kind of positive, but sometimes positive is annoying. This isn’t a blog about feeling good. It’s a blog about dealing with depression. Not everything is progress, and that’s ok. This is a place to commiserate, a place to bitch.
And can I just say, the hold music at my psychiatrists office sounds like a fucking horror movie. It’s terrifying. Like calling your psychiatrist isn’t hard enough, they’ve got me checking my fucking blind spots from my living room couch.
That is all.