One of the side-effects, if you will, of depression is isolation. I believe I mentioned before that I've been withdrawing from practically everything and everyone. I've learned something this past weekend. I'm not too good at making sure I get out there in the world when most of my family is out of town. Oh, I made sure to run a few small errands but... like I was telling my SIL Heidi, even though I was out & about, I still didn't talk or interact with anyone. On Friday, I started sliding into a funk. Nothing like before but I literally just sat there for hours. I would get up and think that I should start on a project but then it seemed so daunting that again, I sat for hours.

Saturday, Heidi came over and her visit was a literally balm for my soul. I'm tearing up now just thinking about how much I appreciated her company.  It helped me shake off the doldrums... which is kind of funny as it was an intimate chat we had and we both cried a little.

I've been doing better at interacting with people. Even so far as going to a Zumba dance class semi-regularly. Which is a monumental thing for me to be exercising (okay, shaking my booty) in front of strangers. (Okay - not in FRONT, I'm actually in the back row.) It's just, this weekend with Hero, Boo & Little Man being out of town - was too much for too long.

I'm not sure how to fight through this kind of a situation. Please don't say - just call someone. Do you know that I have a phobia of calling people on the phone? Yes. Weird phobia but there you go.

Just some thoughts.