Miserable

I can’t take much more of this snow shit. I need to go for a run; I need to get out of the house. I know being sedentary is just fueling my depression but when it’s a blizzard or negative 15 degrees every day I don’t really have to get a choice. I may clean the whole basement myself this weekend so I have room for a treadmill. Hubs just doesn’t understand. He’s never been depressed so he doesn’t get that I’m not just whining about the weather; I am completely fucking miserable. I’m on the verge of either crying or cussing someone out all day and am barely holding back tears by the time I go to bed. I wish I’d never bought a house here because now I’m stuck. I can’t smile about anything any more.

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